Alicia Quays - 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’m slaving far away and, uh

Why is it that always on the weekend

No one ever about to shout?

Are people working too hard, or drinking too hard?

The matter of the fact, I’ma never quite sure of

And they blaze it down and pull yourself up

And pull yourself right to the hook, shook men crooks

Never go nowhere with me 'cause I’m all on my own, no pity

Spit like guilty mans in the sermon

Grooving around of this place like you never did learn 'em

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 that 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 not at the start in 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’ve been hit up, I’ve been around

I’ve 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 a-bleeding, I’ve been a-losing

Well, are you man a-born for the choosing?

And if you ain’t better

A la-la-listen up the test as I start, man, impress ya

And if you ain’t losing, well, then you ain’t grooving

I’ll still be down here on the 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

Now I’ve been all but I’m moving

All around the town, all around and around

I’ve been grooving, I’ve been losing

I’ve been all around choosing

And now I’m back for the challenge

Who wants a challenge?

Well, I want ya more

Now I’m on my train

Life in the fast lane never gave me no game

And then the man says, «Wakey, wakey»

It’s morning time on the Northern line

I’m all like bowling straight up to Camden

All the way from your Farringdon

I wanna make sure I’m a bit tired

I now realise that inciting a riot

To one stone’s throw and too much dough

And all my mans are sniffing up too much blow

And I’ma thinking, oh, why I’d never

I’ll sever it up before I think about forever and I

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 hits the teeth, uh

I chat it back like you’ve never been a thief, I’m a thriller

Licence to ill, that be settin' up a killer, killer, killer

Ah, what you killer?

Never know me, ha

It’s all that chat back and 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

While shackled to the tenants

Now he never work no more for the flow, dedication to Wario

And now it’s me back to the further

Now it comes back looser than ever

And some kids, they think them get better

They think they’re trend setters

But they never pacemakers, and

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, woah, what am I?

Woah, woah, woah, da-da-dum

Woah, woah, woah, what am I?

Woah, woah, woah, woah

We-de-diddy-diddy, dum-dum-day

Uh, uh, uh, uh

It’s like a march in here

Uh, uh, uh

From the left to the right, uh, stomp your feet

Uh, uh, uh, uh

It’s like a march in here

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, people, stomp your feet

Uh, woah

It’s like a march in here

Uh, people, stomp them feet

Woo, uh, yeah, hahaha, woo

It’s like a march in here

Uh, people, stomp your 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 spellchecker

I’m on a better man, chilling in my own room

Assume to accumulate, to shake to sedate

Drink it down much quicker

I glug-glug-glug on my liquor and I feel much better

So talk to me about violence

Never know me, I sit further in silence

And when I drink it down, I drink it up

It fills my body and I feel fresher

I tick up the tester, regulator

I’m a two-man, shooting, looting

Now I’m presuming that everyone knowing me

Ah, the dedication, my name a JT and I

Roll it down, roll it down

Who wants to hit yourselves up?

Who’s got the uppers?

Ah, give 'em here, then I’m done

Ha, click your fingers

Uh, can you smell that, it lingers?

She’s a fat bitch but I’d still give her… one

Ooh, I’m a cheeky son

Where they from?

Haha

Yeah, from your old London

Hectic, ah-la-da-da-da-da-ah

That’s me finished, see you later, Ciao Bella