[Verse 1]
F
Mother talks to you like nothing
F
is better, Than you going out on a Tuesday
C
Well I'm not sure what to do, but
C
man I swear man I'm slavin' far away, an'a
F
Why is it that always on the weekend,
F
no-one ever about to shout? Are people
C
working too hard, or drinking too hard?
C
The matter of fact I'm a-never quite sure.
F
A-blaze it down an' pull yourself up
F
An' pull yourself right to the hook, a-shook man
C
crooks, Never go nowhere with me
C
cos I'm all on my own, no pity, Spit like
F
guilty mans in the sermon, Groovin'
F
around of this place, like you never did learn 'em
C
I shake myself down, I rattle myself
C
out, And put myself on the line to dry
F
And why is it New Years Eve is always
F
shit? Don't ya know what I mean man, deal with it
C
It's always just the way we're rollin'
F
Your girl's that fucked off a Smirnoff Ice
F
I think once, twice or thrice, Never
F
makes no difference to me, A skinny little white runt
C
with the head lice, Never been better than
F
money, Never been art, at least started this city
F
I've always been around this town. Since the
F
first day I was born, An' I've been
C
losin' frequencies and losin' sound
F                            C
And losin' everything, and I squander it all an'
F
I've been hit up, I've been around
F
I've been in the dancehall since the first day in town
C
An' I've still been beatin', cheatin',
F                         C
fallin' to the floor when kids are kicking.
 
 
[Verse 2]
F
I've been a-bleedin', I've been a-losin'
C
Well, are you man a-born for the choosin'
Dm
And if you ain't better
Dm                               C
A la-la listen at the test, as I start man, impress ya
F
And if you ain't losin'
C
Well, then you ain't groovin'
Dm
I'll still be down here, on a low-key
Dm                             C
Send your girl over and she'll blatently chat to me
F
I've been over, I've been over
C
You've been down, an' you been da-ha
Dm
-own. And now I've been up but I'm movin'
Dm                        C
All around the town, all around an' around
F
I've been a-groovin' I've been losin'
C
Been-a all alright choosin'
Dm
And now I'm back for the challenge
Dm                           C
Who wants a challenge? and I want ya more
 
 
[Verse 3]
F
Now I'm on my train
F
Life in the fast lane never gave me no game
C
An' then the man says "wakey-wakey
C
it's mornin' time on Northern L-ine"
F
I'm all like bowlin' straight up to
F
Camden, All the way from your Faringdon
C
I'm gonna make sure I'm bit tired
C
I now realise that inticing the right to
F
One stone's throw an' too much dough, And all my
F
mans are sniffin' up too much blow
C
An' I'ma thinkin' "Oh I'd never"
C
I'll sever it up, before I think about forever an'
F
I chat it back to the people I used to know
F
Kick it back cos I'm rollin' it solo-o
C
A-why not, what's to the beef? An'
C
no-one really knows me, so no-one is a chief, uh
F
I chat it back like you never been a thief, I'm a
F
thriller, Licence to ill, double-seven I'm a
C
killer, Killer, killer, Oh what you
C
killer? Never no me, ha. It's all that
F
chat back, an' too much of that never rack
F
I kick it back like a bitch-slap, right to my-
C
self, in the mirror, I kick-it back
C
thinner, Maybe my shirt don't fit no
F
more. A hardcore man, think he can
F
fight up the law, A-shackled to the tenants
C
An' now he never work no more, on the
C
flow. Dedication to Wario
F
And now I see back to the further
F
Now it comes back looser than ever
C
And some kids they think an' get better
F                                 C
They think they're trend setters, but they're never pacemakers
 
 
[Verse 4]
F
What am I? What am I?
C
What am I in my own dear eyes?
Dm
A-what am I? What am I?
Dm           C
What am I in my own dear eyes?
F
What am I? What am I?
C
What am I in my own dear eyes?
Dm
I say it so much, what am I? what am I?
Dm                    C
what am I? what am I? makes no sense no
F
mo-o-o-ore,
C
woah, woah, woah, uh-oh
Dm
woah, woah, woah, woah
Dm          C
woah, woah, woah, what am I?
F
woah, woah, woah, da-da-dum
C
woah, woah, woah, What am I?
Dm
woah, woah, woah, woah
Dm                       C
Wee-de-de-de-de-de-dum-a dum-dum-day
 
 
[Verse 5]
F
... ... Uh, uh,
C
uh, uh, It's like a march in here
Dm
Uh, uh, uh, ..
Dm                             C
From the left to the right, uh stomp your feet
F
Uh, uh, uh, uh
C
It's like a march in here
Dm                     C
Uh-uh, uh-uh, A-people stomp your feet
F
... ... ... ...  uh,
C
woah, It's like a march in here,
Dm
... ... ... ...
Dm                  C
A-people stomp them feet
F
... woo, uh, yeah,
C
... ...  hahaha, woah
Dm
It's like a march in here
Dm       C
A-people stomp your feet
 
 
[Verse 6]
F
Some kids them chillin' on corners
F
Out of order, I think them all be better
C
Tie your laces, rat races, hit the pages
C
Write yer own books, an' write yer own spell-checker
F
I'm on a better man, chillin' in my own room
F
Assume to accum-ulate to shake to sedate
C
Drink it down much quicker, A glug-glug-
C
glug on my liquor, an' I feel much better
F
Talk to me about violence
F
Never no me, I sit further in silence
C
An' when I drink it down, I drink it up
C
It fills my body an' I feel fresher
F
I tick up the tester, regulator. I'm a
F
two-man, shootin', lootin', now I'm pre-
C
suming. That everyone a-knowin' me. Ah,
C
the dedication, my name a J-T an' I
F
Roll it down, roll it down
F
Who wants to hit yourselves up?
C
Who got the up-pers?
C
Ah, give 'em 'ere man, I'm done
F
Ha, ... click your fingers
F
Uh, can you smell that, it lingers?
C
... ... ...              She's a
C
fat bitch, but I'd still give her
F
one
F
... ...         I'm a cheeky
C
son. ... Where they from?
C
Haha. Yer from yer old London
F
... ... ...           Hectic
F
Ahhhh da-da-da-da. That's me
C
finished. See you later
C
Ciao Bella!
              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 matter 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 shit
Don't you know what I mean man, deal with it
It's always just the way we rolling
Your girl's like fucked 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 realize 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 bitch 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 bitch 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              
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