Letra de Alicia Quays

[Verso 1]
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?
Oh, people working too hard, or drinking too hard
The matter of the fact, I'm never quite sure
Blaze it down and pull yourself up
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 man's in the sermon
Grooving around of this place like you never did learn 'em
I shake myself down and 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're 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 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 squandered 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

[Verso 2]
I've been bleeding, I've been losing
Well are you man 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, ah, but I'm moving
All around 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 it more

[Verso 3]
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 be thinking, oh, why never
I'll 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
I chat it back like you've never been a thief, I'm a thriller
Licence to ill, double-seven, upper killer, never know me
What you killer? Never know me, ha
It's all that chat back and too much of that never rack
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
Shackled to the tenants
Now he never work no more on the floor, dedication to Wario
And now it's me back to the further
Now it comes back looser than ever
Some kids, they think them get better
Think they're trend setters but they never pacemakers and

[Verso 4]
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 so much, what am I? What am I? What am I?
What am I? Makes no sense no mo-o-o-ore
Uh, uh, uh, uh
It's like a march in here
From the left to the right, stomp your feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh
It's like a march in here
People, stomp your feet
Uh, uh, woo
It's like a march in here
People, stomp them feet
Woo, uh, yeah, hahaha, woo
It's like a march in here
People, stomp your feet

[Verso 5]
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 a better man, chilling in my own room
Assume to accumulate, shake to sedate
Drink it down much quicker
A 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 to JT and I
Roll it down, roll it down
Who wants to hit yourselves up?
Who's got the uppers? Get them in, then I'm done
Ha, click your fingers
Can you smell that, it lingers?
She's a fat bitch but I'd still give her... one
I'm a cheeky son
Where they from? Ha, yeah, from your old London
Hectic, ah-la-da-da-da-da-ah
That's me finished, see you later, Ciao Bella