Alicia Quays - Lyrics - Jamie T

Mother talks to you like nothing is better Than you going out on a Tuesday Well, I'm not sure what to do But man, I swear man I slay from far away And why is it that always on the weekend No one ever about to shout Oh, people working too hard or drinking too hard The mattor of the fact, I'm never quite sure And blaze it down and pull yourselves up And pull yourself right the hook Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me 'Cause I'm all on my own, no pity Spit like guilty mens in the sermon Grooving around this place like you never did learn them I shake myself down, I rattle myself out And put myself on the line to dry And why is it New Year's Eve is always *** Don't you know what I mean man, deal with it It's always just the way we rolling Your girl's like *** off a Smirnoff Ice I think once, twice or thrice never makes no difference to me A skinny little white runt with the head lice Never been better than money Never been heartedly starting this city I've always been around this town Since the first day I was born And I've been losing frequencies and losing sound And losing everything and I squander it all and I been up, I been around I been in the dancehall since the first day in town And I still been beating, cheating Falling to the floor when kids are kicking I've been bleeding, I've been losing Well are you man born for the choosing And if you ain't better Then listen to the test as I start and impress ya And if you ain't losing Then you ain't grooving I'll still be down here on a low-key Send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me I been over, I been over You've been down and you've been down And now I've been off but I'm moving All around the town, all around and around I've been moving, been losing Been all around choosing And now I'm back for the challenge Who wants a challenge? Well, I want it more Now I'm on my train Life in the fast lane never gave me no gain And the man says wakey, wakey It's morning time on the northern line I'm all out bowling straight up to Camden All the way from your Farringdon I wanna make sure, I been tired I'm now realise that inciting a riot To one stones throw and too much dough And all my mans been sniffing on too much blow And I'mma thinking, oh why never I sever it up before I think about forever and I chat it back to the people I used to know Kick it back 'cause I'm rolling it solo And why not? What's to the beef? And no one really knows me so no one is a chief, uh I chat it back like you never been a thief I'm a thriller, licence to ill double 7 Upper killer, killer, killer Wait a killer never know me, huh It's all the chat back, but too much of that never rack I kick it back like a *** slap right to myself In the mirror, I kick it back thinner Maybe my shirt don't fit no more A hardcore man think he can fight up the law A shackle to the tenance And now it never work no more On a flow dedication to wario And now its me back to the further Now it comes back looser than ever Some kids they think them get better They think their trendsetters but they never pacemakers What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes? What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes? What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes? I say it so much. What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? Makes no sense no more Woah, woah, woah Uh oh, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah What am I? Woah, woah Da da da, woah, woah, woah What am I? Woah, woah, woah Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here Uh, uh, uh, from the left to the right uh, stomp there feet Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here Uh, uh, uh, uh, people stomp your feet Uh, uh, it's like a march in here Uh, people stomp them feet It's like a march in here Uh, people stomp them feet Some kids, they're chilling on corners Out of order, I think them all be better tie your laces Rat races, hit the pages Write your own books and write your own spell checker I'm on a better man, chillin' in my own room Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate I drink it down much quicker A glug glug glug on my liquor and I feel much better Talk to me about violence Never no me I'll sit further in silence When I drink it down, I drink it up It fills my body and I feel fresher Tick up the tester regulator I'm a two man shooting, looting now I'm presumin' That everyone be knowing me Dedication my name to JT Roll it down, roll it down Who wants to hit yourselves up Who's got the uppers Get them in then I'm done, huh Click ya fingers Can you smell that it lingers? She's a fat *** but I still give her one I'm a cheeky son Where you from? Ya from the old London Hit it, ah da da See ya later Ciao bella