Other lyrics

“Give Me My Lighter Back”

“Dreams”

[Verse 1]
No idea of the time at all, I had a dream about a bicycle
Just the chain and pedals, not much detail, I recall
Choking on the Tylenol, my whole throat’s on fire
I drink as much as I can drink, I feel dire
The meaning of the dream is missing, watching TV won’t find it
The book some little shit nicked, that would have deciphered it
My mind’s stinging, sky’s chinking in, I might dip the blinds a bit
As channels change, time flicks, while I’m thinking
Sweat in every pore, clothes soaking and stewed
Then freezing cold and a shivering flu
Searing pain through to the back of my throat, sipping soup
My eyes hurt from all the tripping too
I put the covers back and swallow, swallow and feel hot
Why am I having this dream about this bicycle? What?
My mind’s trying to slip me the wisdom it’s been thinking
But my body isn’t in the spirit to listen

[Chorus]
My dreams teach me which dreams I need to seek
Reveal the deceits I speak but keep believing
But dreams speak in speech, scream and squeak to me
Which is the reason I’m weak to see what I need

[Verse 2]
The drugs are creeping in, they’re easing the grief
Relieving the fever, only leaving a week to use
Getting easier to deal with, it’s getting easier to breathe
I could even heave weed
Do two more of these beans, three of these
I’m breathing easier and I’ve seen what the dream means
The bike in my mind, the wheels are wheeling but I can leave it be
Settle on the channel pleasing me for once on the TV
I see what I asked of, I release the laptop
I’m not so madly cold, that’s gone
Pull the covers back, chuffed I’m over that
The answer was on my lap, I read it on the Net that
Says a dream about bicycles means you’re reeling ’round in cycles
And you need to leave things behind you
And I’m not filled with questions any more
I feel much better and blanker
The answer I kept asking for was to stop requesting answers

“Deluded in my mind”

[Intro]
Absolutely Dame Judy Dench

[Verse 1]
My condition is a delusion created to escape my blame
And Dave thinks Glaswegian police are superheroes
Which his brain may have created
When the railings rattle in a mad bit of Glasgow
The police make him feel safer
So his condition is a delusion based on fear, it seems, mainly
But that’s nothing like me

[Chorus]
Deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I

[Verse 2]
But Lydia is nothing like me
She’s really unlucky in life, see
She’s prone to getting into a tight squeeze
She’s broken seven bones in her life, see
There’s no condition of delusion when it comes to Lydia at all
I thought I might be deluded ’cause her tale is ruddy unbelievable
A dislocated shoulder and a stolen car and a whole steal more
Her condition is of no delusion, Lydia is real to the core
But that’s nothing like me either
[Chorus]
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I

[Verse 3]
Steve, I think he might be like me
I felt that his mind might be lying
Something about him didn’t quite fit
This is why I really like Steve
Steve’s opinion is a conclusion that a road can curse its drivers
Which, initially, I figured was either stupid
Or, at best, his mind was mad
But how can I say he’s stupid when the thing about delusions
Is that I wouldn’t know I was mad?
Steve’s only condition is that it’s my opinion he’s deluded
But maybe I am?
So there’s no way to tell delusions from the concrete given facts
Maybe the common consensus is actually just madness
Maybe the wacky madman is actually not mad
And maybe if I carry on shouting, you’ll forget what I do bad
[Chorus]
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I

[Bridge]
So Dave is nothing like me
Lydia is nothing like me
Steve is nothing like me
And Bigfoot, that’s a different story

[Chorus]
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I
I’m deluded in my mind
I do good things and never lie
But sometimes our minds can be the liars
And that’s why it wasn’t I

“In the Middle”

[Hook x6]
Beginning with a shock
The end can be a riddle
It’s the best time for love, live in the middle

[Verse 1]
I’m the man it black get-up, get up
No let up, let go bruv
Forget me not sweatin’ this lot
In Reeboks and G-Shocks
Roll it up, it rolls on good man
This circus is circus life from the clowns and the tigers
Them all caged out of sight
You guessed it good, yes yes
It is sweat, a new deck’s top
That gets props as a blessing
And the rest can fuck off

[Verse 2]
From the medium, tedium, tweedle-dum
It could be quite fun to relive in detail when this week is not done
But when we’re feeling the beginnings of the week being done
We release some more money from the deal in the evening
Please don’t be low, we don’t know
Any people who don’t know how to
Smoke a Joe or bestow
On a bro givin toke
[Verse 3]
Head in this get up, this dress up
Christen get blessin’
Sweet sounds of Cavalry’s carol sing
Gravity lands them in here
Give it back to me flat out
Please strike a melody felon
Just never wear red and green
Never wear death or fear

[Hook x6]
Beginning with a shock
The end can be a riddle
It’s the best time for love, live in the middle

“Lovelight of my life”

Intro: I want to give you to Mr Michael he has some lyrics for you

A formula four attraction can be formed into a fraction
And e equals this mc square for being stupid and seeing cupid
But then that is just then, the agony of ecstasy when
Like a fever of a sort recovery and another fever leads to the other lesson of le feeling of a not so loving walk
But a good ol bout of night club shouts and finest tiling grout
Kind of outlines an eery early sketchy theory clearly
How does one define the time when love becomes divine

(The Lovelight of my life) Is 82 percent water its a mystery being mortal
(The Lovelight of my life) Is 82 percent water its a mystery being mortal

As much water as i can drink i know is good but unfortunately its tastes of small interest sipped in a boring ritual
If i walk an hour to drink after walking countless minutes you’d think its the same drink but my gosh this water tastes the silt
Can you be friends with sarah, Looking fair and in a bend, cooking nice she has her eyes on you, for see being a divorcee,but if i walked a day to drink boy the mysticals change wind is totally off this day it is,drinking this amazing drink

(The Lovelight of my life) Is 82 percent water its a mystery being mortal
(The Lovelight of my life) Is 82 percent water its a mystery being mortal
(The Lovelight of my life) Oi, Is 82 percent water its a mystery being mortal
(The Lovelight of my life) Geezers
(oh yeah whats the tune called. hehe)

“Swine Flu”

He’s behind you
He’s got swine flu
Make a sacrifice for societies sake
(no) decapitate your mate!

You started sneezing
I could see that you were freezing
In the heat of this really, unbelievable evening
The streets were all empty but for overturned cars
Bellowing smoke from the sparse roads clothed with scars
The brain dead in face masks wandered, Im stretched
Sizzling bacon from beyond the farfetched
Ive never hurt my friend till the very burning end
Is what flirtingly I said to my best friends head

Verse 2:
The story then was told
It got gory it unfolded
Broadcasters blasting out stories of the poorly
I dont advocate anarchy in any way
But i saw him scratch a rash
And i had to grab an axe
Weve all known each other since the groans of our mothers
And throwing with our brothers little stones in the river
The fact that my man might not actually expire
Caused me some ire while i hauled him on the fire
Theres something that I need to share with you all
I can’t go on lying Im developing sores
Im turning Im burning up Im turning back bro
Ill hold them up while u turn and run

“David Hassles”

You’re giving me David Hassles
I just want a Daniel Beddett

There’s a tear in my tea
I do fear what will be
You talk like you walk with a dictionary
Tell your friends, this will never end
Time is a dime we fucking well spend

Your music is not better than it sounds

Limited channels of primitive fannel
Cookery souped-up, doupery what
Chances and lotteries, that’s not for me
Luxury flattery, what have we got
Like brandy or whines
Throttle me, wattle me, bottle me nine
If it looks like a duck
And it walks like a duck
And it talks like a duck
It needs more time to cook

You’re singing a song which is limping along
You’ve not got the voice now, get up and be strong

You’re giving me David Hassles
I just want a Daniel Beddett

Diplomacy, making no sound like we
And go to hell, sound like peace
It’s a disarming charm
While your army is arming
I need a tool for the job
I may be a fool, I don’t dob
Choking on smoke and strokin’ on tokes
Like a full sugar allen you provoke
People who hear you sing say you don’t
Give me a set-list, set it to a jist
The night is cold like I’s not liking
The night is as old as just being pissed
My problems are flown in daily
Living my life holding sides
Spliffin’ the finger indecisive
But now I’m not sure of why
When we’re angry, we slander
We often will pander, that slang can be bang on

You giving me David Hassles
I just want a Daniel Beddett

I’m not really thinking this
I watch and listen into things
But once I’ve seen and I do know
That’s my emotions at show
This is me, the me I be
Collective reactions seen by people

You giving me David Hassles
I just want a Daniel Beddett

The mystique of what you seek can never exist
The gist is just this
I jest and I test your dress to suggest
You quest to be any but breasts in a vest
So cheek when you speak as if you were unique
It leaks from your beak like the beaded white streaks of weekend beak
I speak with a tweak
You’re a beacon of weakness
If it looks like a duck and it walks like a duck
And it talks like a duck
It needs more time to cook

“Routine Check” (Feat The Mitchell Brothers)

[Teddy Mitchell]
Spoken: The good thing with the law these days, right, is that
Criminals know their rights better than their wrongs

[Hook: Teddy Mitchell]
What do you mean routine check?
I didn’t take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and creps
What do you mean routine check?
I didn’t take this route to be checked
Sounds like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and creps

[Verse 1: Teddy Mitchell]
Ten to nine, Teddy tends to not have time, that’s when
Teddy wants to decline to entertain all your pisstaking jibes
I tell you my name I’m identified by and when the station
Verifies, you’ll realise what I tell you is right
Your hand dips inside my black Stan Smiths, rustles my
CK boxers, fuck’s sake nearly grabbed man’s dick, cunt-stable
Sorry, I didn’t mean cunt-stable, but that name feels so comfortable and I find it so fun to talk cause cunt-stable ain’t done nothing at all
I don’t fit the description of the kid who kicked all them doors off
Their hinges, listen mate I just spitted that anilic, you and
Your sidekicks getting kicks off my side’s embarrassment
But you’ll see me end up in the van again and you’ll hear the cell door slam again
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tony Mitchell] (Police officer)
What’s the problem officer? (Just a routine check mate that’s why we stopping you) This is the
Third time now, must be popular, never knew I had fans, oh here’s my autograph, as you can
See it’s all steady yeah I bought my car, licence insurance it’s all proper (Listen
I make that decision you just keep it on guard Mr. Tony Mitchell from Manor Park with
Your saggy jeans looking like you so hard wearing jackets twice your size like you’re carrying arms You’ve got to
Stand here) What? You’re having a laugh, if this is what I’m being held for, kiss my ass
I showed you all my papers now what more do you need? (Now come on son where you hiding all the weed?
Is it in the glove compartment or under the seat? Behind the sun visor smart very neat now
Listen son you might as well tell me what you got) What you on about? Obviously your plan’s flopped
Trying to put me wrist in cuffs I think not I know I ain’t got no skunk so just piss off
I’m Marvin I need to go to the chip shop, pardon me, Sgt. Martin, I’ve got to nip off
I wish I could stay but I can’t be stopped maybe next time, we could all kick off

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kano]
Aw, man
What the fuck do you want from me? I just want to be left alone so don’t even bother me
Interrupt me and accuse me wrongfully I ain’t got the time this is long for me
Spoken: [Blah blah blah, Kane
Robinson, twenty first of the fifth eighty five, Forest Gate
Hospital] You know the kid’s with a piston out of breath cause you
Lost them all, you won’t find a box of merck so spare me the time of the stop and search
Two black boys and they got a Merc, if it was stolen why would we stop the Merc?
You pulled us to try and find problems, like Jay-Z and 99 Problems
I’m a bad boy anyway always got protection, 99 Condoms
Yeah officer, course I’m a thief, dealing little drugs and my boot smell of weed
Run around the block saying “fuck the police”, I learnt that from a D-Block CD
So fuck your routine, mind your own business, never mind me
[Hook]

[Verse 4: The Streets]
Oi oi I don’t get many routine checks these bros are not the
Same, apart from the day off that train from that Tottenham game, I do tend to end days in the police station
On occasion lately, once a week, maybe
I get a crime reference number for my most recent phone
The police code that’s the code for a free phone
Take one camera phone, tell them I got jacked of the phone
When in fact actually though, the previous evening back at home
I played Babyfoot, no-one jacked my phone
I madly gambled my phone and got smacked by my bro
Vacate the station with a pace back up the road
And hope next Saturday I won’t lose my brand spanking phone

[Hook x2]

Fuck it! It’s strange that man should take up crime when there’s so many legal ways to be dishonest

“Nite Nite” (feat Kano)

[Intro – Mike Skinner]
Seriously man
Like you know when you’ve got a good girl
Well you know when she means something to you
When you’ve got like a name
Like I had a name for this girl
I used to call her lady bird (here we go again)
Cos she always played red
In Connect Four (here we, here we go again)

[Hook – Leo The Lion]
Link ’em and then leave then ’em high
I’ve been tellin’ all my man’s for time
Link ’em and then leave ’em high
They never take my advice
But now I realise, I realise why
They have not been listening all this time
Cos since I linked you, last night
I won’t be taking my advice

[Verse 1 – Kano]
Look, I call her nite nite
Cos it seems from the day right to the bright light
That I like her too much to say bye-bye
And we were getting on fine right
I don’t wanna spoil it
I don’t know why
I can’t commit to girls
And I tell white lies
I’ll find out the hard way cos shes got my favourite smile
My favourite style, the first hotel, my favourite time
But late and we could have a baby maybe
A baby boy my favourite child
I’m way too tired, my favourite lie
My verse I’m so sure her favourite rhyme
The windows are steamed up it’s shaking time
Wait we’re way too bait
I bought her her favourite shoes (well they better be)
And shes even my favourite size
And she knows I hate holding hands and I’m hooded up when its bait inside
So I guess shes my favourite right
[Leo The Lion]
Right, Cos nothing comes close to you

[Kano]
So numbers no boys are taking yours
And no girls are taking mine
Groupies? Fuck that, I’m taking time
We speak from like 8 till late at night
When we gets on top, drop my favourite line (girl I ain’t going nowhere)

[Kano Speaking]
I plain ain’t going nowhere
But, I like you, and it might take some time
But really I’m like

[Leo The Lion & Kano]
Here we go again

[Hook]

[Kano]
I call her sometimes, and I wake her up at some dumb times
Touch my phone and her number my thumb finds
Cos shes ideal like a nice meal, and a night in with a nice film
Maybe some wine, maybe sometime we could
Hold hands in the park in the sunshine
Be patient with me if I’ve got three raves in a week
Or in the studio away for a week
One day we can book a vacation and leave
But please, no drama
I don’t need beef like Shane, Forbe, Fabian and Dean
I’m just focused on making the peas
Braking the team, chasing the dream
I ain’t on the street, maybe sometimes
But you can’t say I don’t make enough time
We speak every day and meet every week
But I don’t know maybe its me
You got it planned out
I don’t make plans
You know me I wait and I see
But if we were together or even now if we weren’t sort of, but were together
Would you be faithful to me, treat me with a sarnie and make me a tea
Come link me late, wake up from sleep and still look hot like 80 degrees
[Leo The Lion]
And you know I never say that sort of thing

[Kano Speaking]
See? That’s an angel to me
I wouldn’t have said that before, you get me?
Like… she’s making me weak

[Hook]

[Leo The Lion]
No, no, no, no, no, no
Oh my, my, ow
Baby we could do this again sometime
I even had a special name for you
It’s ‘Long Baby’, cos you always on my mind, yeah
I’ll tell you straight, so straight, yeah
I won’t tell my mates (won’t tell my mates)
No, no, I know, No, I know
Yeah I like you baby
Here we go
Here we go again
Here we
Here we go again

“Slow Songs” (feat Giggs)

They talk about they wanna cut crime down
I do something positive and they fly down
I’m pissed off, so I lie down
Grab a spliff, grab a pen, and I wind down
Mad poverty
Niggers can’t get jobs so they buy brown
Buy light, drive round
Tryna hustle on the streets to get the right pound
A little youths getting knifed down
Cos nigga got pissed and brought a knife round
They don’t care about a sign said put the knives down
Next little niggers gonna get the knives now
Rinse off the ting and put a life down
Think of the shit we live our lives round
That’s why I can’t understand all the fight down

[Hook: Mike Skinner]
When the shadows in the sun grow long
We listen to a slow, slow song

I used to roll strapped up packing a Glock
Running round rinsing at the back of a block
Used to shot cats whole packets of rock
Now I make music, what they planning to block
Fuck these lil’ faggoty cops
I came a long way from a raggedy top
Old Reeboks, and my Gravitys on
Now everything drops I get my gravity on
The whole industry getting mad at me songs
Saying they don’t like me the way I’m carrying on
Been a mad journey
These fucker don’t know where I’m travelling from
Tryna make my buzz lighter
Tryna get to me locking down my blud Kyzer
Smoke weed while sipping on a Budweiser
[Hook: Mike Skinner]

It’s just a phase we know
That hazy glow
Coming off the blazing road
But I’m like Amir Khan, I appear calm
All that clear charm
But I clip your ear ole’ raw
Keep score of what I got
In the drawer with the socks
Feeling ever more than a lot
I used to score shotting at the squats
Fuck it, duck it in the bucket seat
Spunked all my currency and my luck, you see
Am I grind blind
Frightened sometimes
Mixing white wine with whine
Late nights on the pave like
With Dave types
Chitter chatter with the latter
Wave bye
Behave right
Let’s stay tight

[Hook: Mike Skinner]

“Crying Game” (Feat Professor Green)

[Verse 1: Professor Green]
No religion, all I follow is my feet no psalms
As far as holy water I would need a bath
Even breathing stressing he didn’t even ask
So far passed stressed that I can’t even see the ‘r’?
His is as I am truly, high at times I’m ruly
My minds screwed, and my moods blew as a lazuli?
Add to that my heart isn’t good I lie to these groupies
Like I like em I don’t like em I just like to get the goodies
So disrespectful giving your chick a neck full, of salty water
She sorta looks like she bit on a pretzle
Skilled I’m passed that, I’m past them
Got that lemon pass that, then you lucky if you see it passed back

[Hook]

[Verse 2: The Streets]
Never trust a man with two phones
You couldn’t throw Pro Green like you’d throw two stones
And Pro Green knows, I’m in the gap in this market
For the gafts and sharp wit, I laugh it off partly but
Have to start to think, no parteners in this
Just a part of the business, after the party is finished
We part with a wish, Danny Dyer eating Paella, in that dire dwelling
So badly wanted out, one more try on the selling
The 80’s dream was the fate of our scheme
Me, Ted Mayhem and team, In sport we were taught to be sporting
But in law we were courting something
But don’t rate me in the 80’s we were naughty in the noughties
There’s a parroty, now I see, that’s between charity
I beat you at your peak, I’ll beat you on the beak
Ask me anything, many men end here
Many never made lengths, I’ll tell you when your spent
Now you care for me
You see it Mike, they think I speak as nice but I don’t belive the hype
Now you care for me
Them man are idiots, there’s no defeating us, soon they’ll see that it’s a *crying game*

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Professor Green]
I’m on jet fuel, them man are on fumes, dizzy
I guess them man are on shrooms
I’m as bad as an animal got loose
It’s sticky in the manor?
Oh when your moving Mike, why you still moving why?
When they look at you like when you move
Don’t matter what you do with the mic

“Bad guy in this story”

Just one redlight on the street
Contemplating something peak
Want something I couldn’t keep
With someone I shouldn’t be with
Rain down on a dwelling fence
With something for self-defense
Mirror signal bump the tred
Looking resting fuck you tense
Red lights ambers all I see
Everything is green

*Start Chorus*
I am the bad guy in this story
But there’s a story before you’ve not seen
Starts out on ordinary warm summer evenings
Forward past autumn don’t talk shit to me
I am the bad guy in this story
But there’s a story before you’ve not seen
Starts out on ordinary warm summer evenings
Forward past autumn don’t talk shit to me
*End Chorus*

Just one redlight on the street
Man I’m trembling on my seat
We are capable full of evil
Ordinary folk don’t agree
What they secret in their keepsake box of dreams till it is peak
*Bridge*

*Start Chorus*
I am the bad guy in this story
But there’s a story before you’ve not seen
Starts out on ordinary warm summer evenings
Forward past autumn don’t talk shit to me
I am the bad guy in this story
But there’s a story before you’ve not seen
Starts out on ordinary warm summer evenings
Forward past autumn don’t talk shit to me
*End Chorus*

*Outro*

“Hold me while I hold this”

I will not lose, I will not lose
Hold me will you my girl? Just while I hold this L
Cut me the cheque in the dressing room
Cut me the fleck in the dressing room
No uck in the bed, then get dressed in tune
I will not lose, sweat on the back of my neck
Run me my rhythm on the deck

I am a hero in love, coke zero fucks

I will not lose, i will not lose
Hold me will you my girl? Just while I hold this L
Be nice to people on crud
Not trying to be on the riverbed
Smell on your breath all the bud
Take wine into the river of heads

I will not lose, I will not lose
Hold me will you my girl? Just while I hold this L
I will not lose, I will not lose
Why picking & choose? I am still not through

Joe grind verse & outro part:

Look – If I haven’t finished fighting then I ain’t lost
I haven’t finished spitting if they ain’t moshed
I might fly, buy a ticket, do it first class
Who my son? Romeo, but I ain’t Bosch
No need to mention why she buys her own shit
She goes hard & she knows it
Some days I might feel like I took an L
She says “Its alright, babes – let me hold this”
I’m all-in, I won’t quit
You’ll never see me handing in my notice
Mans acting like I have a notice
Man are talking bout me saying I’m one of the coldest
People say I’m nice, yeah I know this
I go hard & I own it
They say I ain’t earned my place, did no tricks
I work hard, no expelliosis
You might see me on the jet with my Broski’s
Thats a win in my eyes, fuck a trophy
Usher woman, I’m the life of the party
How much do you wanna bet that she knows me
We roll in, I go in, Kill the rave then I’m ghostin’
Tell the mandem grab those tings
We gon’ have a afterparty who’s hosting?
Cause he goes hard but mans harder
Thats why he can’t go after (Me)
He goes in – I’m still out here
Thats why he can’t win, call me a grafter
I will not lose, I will not lose
Hold me will you my girl?
Cause man ain’t taking no more L’s
Let man know

“The Things you need to Pattern”

*Intro*

It’s merely friendly banter
I never mean to glance up when you’re in the act of dancing
Us dancing ’round is madness

Let’s fecking get it in
Let’s fecking get the money
Let’s be fecking up some numbers and get the heck out to the sun

The way that you are talking
The way you’re always walking
Phrases me to say it
You make me feel

I want to be with you
On the plane away and zoom
You start to playing with your shoes
I want to play with what I view

You have your little problems
Things you need to pattern
I am on a madness but I have to have you bad

You have your little problems
Things you need to pattern
I am on a madness but I have to have you bad
There’s two types of girl
Those who want power as a girl
And those you want their power to be power in the world

I want to look to someone sure hand to free me up
Are you purest in the loving if your hand needs no glove

You don’t have to fight back
You don’t have to send
In every single argument
You’re invited to attend

You have your little problems
Things you need to pattern
I am on a madness but I have to have you back

You have your little problems
Things you need to pattern
I am on a madness but I have to have you back

You get to shine
Please don’t sweat
A healthy mind
Easy breath

You have your little problems
Things you need to pattern
I am on a madness but I have to have you back
You have your little problems
Things you need to pattern
I am on a madness but I have to have you back

You get to shine
Please don’t sweat
A healthy mind
Easy breath

It’s merely friendly banter
I never mean to glance up when you’re in the act of dancing
Us dancing ’round is madness
Let’s fecking get it in
Let’s fecking get the money
Let’s be fecking up some numbers and get the heck out to the sun

*Outro*

“Lies, Damn Lies & Instagram”

Everyone whoever loved you was wrong
Life’s been about to begin for so long
Wake up the neighbours the coffee’s so strong
If i agree with you we’d both be wrong

I can see you’re into man
Theres lies ,damn lies and instagram

Stop trying to fight it
Catch you when you’re slipping
I am not as stupid as you look

One thing you can say is its always been boring
Hear me when i say i never keep score
Don’t ride in rain then it don’t pour
A blank sheet of paper would say a lot more

I can see you’re into man
Theres lies ,damn lies and instagram

Stop trying to fight it
Catch you when you’re slipping
I am not as stupid as you look

Everyone whoever loved you was wrong
Life’s been about to begin for so long
Wake up the neighbours the coffee’s so strong
If i agree with you we’d both be wrong

I can see you’re into man
Theres lies ,damn lies and instagram

Stop trying to fight it
Catch you when you’re slipping
I am not as stupid as you look
You’re a shiver looking for a spine to run up
Rarely dusty is the dirty book

One thing you can say is its always been boring
Hear me when i say i never keep score
Don’t ride in rain then it don’t pour
A blank sheet of paper would say a lot

I can see you’re into man
Theres lies ,damn lies and instagram

Stop trying to fight it
Catch you when you’re slipping
I am not as stupid as you look
You’re a shiver looking for a spine to run up
Rarely dusty is the dirty book

“Who knows Who” (Feat Muse)

Money men mill about Monday morning
Another new nothing and never nearer
Assumed at the cost that it’s currently costing
I dare don’t dig any deeper down
I don’t have the head space

I don’t understand all the figures and facts
It’ll spin round till I start panic attacking
But there’s one curve ball that states my soul
Let me live out life and I’ll stay in control

You take that away, I’ll never get dressed
Money men milling in, Monday morning
I will go spend, or I will raise warning
I’m nothing but me and mine, so

Yeah I’ve been and gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don’t tell me how
I’ll return at any hour
Fuck all your law, fuck your power

Yeah I’ve been and gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don’t tell me how
I’ll return at any hour
Fuck all your law, fuck your power
My name’s magic and it’s mud
I do bad things, but I can’t rob
They don’t buy anything, they watch it
See, for their time is the commodity

The gap between art and artists grows
I’ll never know why I ever wrote this prose
I write this rubbish, but believe you me
I’ve just never been keen on tasting redness

But put the orange suit on
Shackle my ankles
I couldn’t take that, I’d be fucking…

[Get it Off!]

Yeah I’ve been and gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don’t tell me how
I’ll return at any hour
Fuck all your law, fuck your power

Yeah I’ve been and gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don’t tell me how
I’ll return at any hour
Fuck all your law, fuck your power
I don’t promote no violence
But if you all get carted off
Boys will be boys, toys’ll get tossed
Bang me up, right and rough
I’m not a people beater but
If that law gets made up, I may
Show me the cross, and I’ll take it on
Show me the cross, and I’ll take it on

I don’t promote no violence
But if you all get carted off
Boys will be boys, toys’ll get tossed
Bang me up, right and rough
I’m not a people beater but
If that law gets made up, I may
Show them the cross, and I’ll take it on
Show them the cross, and I’ll take it on

(Don’t go! No!)

Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want

Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Yeah I’ve been and gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don’t tell me how
I’ll return at any hour
Fuck all your law, fuck your power

Yeah I’ve been and gone
With who knows who
Doing God knows what
Don’t tell me how
I’ll return at any hour
Fuck all your law, fuck your power

“Your Song” (Elton John cover)

It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know, it’s not much but it’s the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one’s for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well, a few of the verses, well, they’ve got me quite cross
But the sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this song
It’s for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

Take me as I am

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
A vision that hurts and a skirt that’s clinging
Suspicion fought with thirst, but the thirst was winning
I’ll regret this in the morning, shots of the rye
But that’s future me, I’m glad I’m not that guy
With your hand above the fold, you’re a scandal in the press
There’s powers in your flowers, you’re a damsel in distress

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Take me as I am (Ay)
Or watch me as I go
She said, take me as I am
Or watch me as I go

[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]
Melodies of love, all selling the dream
Everyone in the club is smelling their keys
Men are weird at the close of the PM
Just ask a pretty girl to show you her DMs
Thirsty at the bar, blurry to the brink
Ghost me at the bar, you’ll be thirsty with a drink
She said, take me as I am
Or watch me as I go

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
You’re messing with my mind, and my feelings in your eyes
It’s a blessing in disguise, but it’s really well disguised
Regret this in the morning, shots of the rye
But that’s future me, I’m glad I’m not that guy (Run the flow)

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Take me as I am
Or watch me as I go
She said, take me as I am
Or watch me as I go
She said, take me as I am (Ay)
Or watch me as I go
She said, take me as I am
Or watch me as I go

[Verse 4: Mike Skinner]
A vision that hurts and a skirt that’s clinging
Suspicion fought with thirst, but the thirst was winning
I’ll regret this in the morning, shots of the rye
But that’s future me, I’m glad I’m not that guy
With your hand above the fold, you’re a scandal in the press
There’s powers in your flowers, you’re a damsel in distress
Take me as I am
Or watch me as I go (Run the flow)

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
(Run the flow) Take me as I am
Or watch me as I go
She said, take me as I am
Or watch me as I go
She said, take me as I am (Ay)
Or watch me as I go
She said, take me as I am
Or watch me as I go

[Outro]
Y’all
Yo, Selecta, turn up the music, please
Turn up the music, Selecta
Security, up here, right now
Security, up here
Turn on the [?] light so we can see what’s happened
Security, up here, right now

Who’s got the bag?

[Verse 1]
First in the room
Thirsting from noon
Herbalist fumes
Where’s me balloon?
Curse off the Zoom
Burstin’? We boom
First in the room
21st of June
Then they fucked that too

[Chorus]
Who’s got the bag?
Who’s got the bag?

[Verse 2]
Food in the back pocket
I’m here to boo Babylon
Let’s be having the boondocks back
You have to do what you can
Tooting the Boris
Smoking on the Rishi
Shooting with my hand cocked
(Got the)
Go back to doing what slaps
It’s a matter of duty, damn
Fuck the jukebox in the caf’
Good God—who’s got the bag?

[Verse 3]
The herds of the goons
The blur of perfume
Reverse up the tune
Birded off too soon
Shmurda is loose
Perched for the views
The chirping and crooning out
The burden and blues
The verses of music
The der-dee-dee-doo
Birkin bag, Gucci
Or dirty, rank shoes
Werewolf to the moon
First in the room
Nurse me all Tuesday
21st of June
Then they fucked that too

[Chorus]
Who’s got the bag?
Who’s got the bag?

[Verse 4]
You have to do what you can
Been in the lab too long, man
I’d have it to doo-wop jazz
Who’s got the bag?
Tooting on the Boris
Smoking on the Rishi
Shooting with my hand cocked
(Got the) bag
21st of June

Where the f*ck did April go?

[Chorus]
It’s you and me, is it?
The fun is over this summer
The sun is over the horizon
But the moon can see it

[Verse 1]
Blinds cast shadows of prison bars
My mind addled with a little hard stuff
My mind as shallow as a paddling pool
10K steps, all in the flat
Two steps forwards, one look back
Whoever said, “People can’t change the world”
Has never ate an uncooked bat

[Refrain]
Deep down inside, I wanted not to want you
Deep down inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off

[Verse 2]
Philosophy and history
Kant said, “To be is to do”
Nietzsche, “To do is to be”
Frank Sinatra, “Do-be-do”
“We’re all in this together”‘s
The caring headline of an airline
Try and say that when your suitcase weighs
Three kilos over

[Chorus]
It’s you and me, is it?
The fun is over this summer
The sun is over the horizon
But the moon can see it

[Verse 3]
Like nines will fly out into Milan
Four months older and bored stupid
For now, you’re a model on Instagram
And I’m a soldier on Call of Duty

[Refrain]
Deep down inside, I wanted not to want you
Deep down inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off

[Verse 4]
I can read you like a book
But the covers are far apart
April, every day’s the same
March was like march to march
Do you a favour, use these days
To read and grow and learn
My next-door neighbour thinks he’s a DJ (Shut up!)

[Chorus]
It’s you and me, is it?
The fun is over this summer
The sun is over the horizon
But the moon can see it

[Verse 5]
Your hair is looking bait, you know
Scared to look in case you know
Scared to fuck what fate will throw
Where the fuck did April go?

[Refrain]
Deep down inside, I wanted not to want you
Deep down inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off
Deep down inside, I wanted not to want you
Deep down inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off

[Verse 6]
Doctors posted in my dreams
Gathering storms brew at sea
Not for nothing, am I doing nothing
Gathering thoughts for a new me?
Need to get back to my fighting weight
Need to get back to biting bae
Need to get back to finding paper

[Chorus]
It’s you and me, is it?
The fun is over this summer
The sun is over the horizon
But the moon can see it

[Refrain]
Deep down inside, I wanted not to want you
Deep down inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off
Deep down inside, I wanted not to want you
Deep down inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off

Fit but you know it (MC version)

[Chorus: Donae’O]
You’re just too damn vain for me, girl
Playing in a different league from me, girl
I ain’t even trying to speak, girl
You ain’t playing right
You’re just too damn vain for me, girl
Playing in a different league from me, girl (Ooh, whoa, whoa)
I ain’t even trying to speak, girl
You ain’t playing right

[Verse 1: Kano]
Once upon a time, I was on a chick
She was on it, but I knew that she was full of shit
She knew she was fine, she knew she was fit
I linked her, she said she was on, but she was on my dick
It was all a game, it was all a trick
I’ll never fall for it again, that’s out of order, b–
I shoulda called you it, but now I’m cool
I boom-bap back with a fool
Old school, watch her come running back
I ain’t a player, I crush a lot, I’m like Pun and that
Plus, I got like a hundred gash
And you ain’t one of em
I like to have fun, so I don’t dark ’em when I’m done with ’em
Plus, I knows you like my songs ’cause you was hummin’ ’em
But you’re a teaser, playing games ’cause I’m a cheater
You really think you’re the 2004 Mona Lisa
You ain’t Beyoncé, you ain’t Eva
Come down from cloud nine, you really think you’re a diva

[Chorus: Donae’O]
You’re just too damn vain for me, girl
Playing in a different league from me, girl
I ain’t even trying to speak, girl
You ain’t playing right
You’re just too damn vain for me, girl
Playing in a different league from me, girl (Ooh, whoa, whoa)
I ain’t even trying to speak, girl
You ain’t playing right

[Verse 2: Donae’O]
Yeah, uh
You might be buff and all that, doing your stuff and all that
But I don’t care enough and all that, ’cause I got a girl
And the reason for me being so stush is easily reasoned
‘Cause for me, being a heathen, simply, it ain’t needed
And just because you got double Ds
Doesn’t mean you can trouble me
Those sausage lips, they’ve got to get
Get gone quick, I’m not with it
But the guy there, he’s hot for it
Go check for him, he’s next to Kim
He’s into airhead, skin and bone
But that’s not for me, I like big and bold

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
Since I’ve been thinking deeply, I might try to see
About maybe going down to get my ears pierced
It’s a slightly different style for me
Than the one I bust on road and like usually
But I’m told it will prepare my mind surely
For having a wifey full-timely all week
You know know how to deal with pain like I thought, see
And of course, you’re required to buy jewellery

[Chorus: Donae’O, Lady Sovereign]
You’re just too damn vain for me, girl
Playing in a different league from me, girl
I ain’t even trying to speak, girl
You ain’t playing right
Oi, oi, I saw you looking at me
You’re just too damn vain for me, girl
Oi, why you turning away for, man?
Playing in a different league from me, girl (Ooh, whoa, whoa)
This is shite instinct, man
You’re a sparrow but you don’t work
I ain’t even trying to speak, girl
When it chirps, you’re a boy
You ain’t playing right
Huh, anyway, let’s go, yo

[Verse 4: Lady Sovereign]
And I think I’m nice, I know I’m nice
‘Cause your eyes look twice
Up, down, left, right
Left, right, left, right
Was wearin’ baggy jeans and a tight top
Cleavage, tryin’ to show him
But still I saw somethin’ in his trousers growin’
And I know you was lookin’ at me
‘Cause the girls behind me were lookin’ off-key
Don’t I know this
You’re just a sparrow that really don’t work
‘Cause ya na chirps, boy, you’re hopeless, ha!

[Verse 5: Tinchy Stryder]
She’s one of them girls that knows that
She’s looking more than nice
Even on a bad day, I’m looking more than twice
Her eyes, it’s like they’re hypnotising all these guys
Meanwhile, although she’s calling shots, no surprise
In her head she knows it, that ’cause of her, they fantasise
So she controls it, those mind games with other guys
But I don’t care if she’s buff and that
She ain’t gonna get no love from me
She’s just another girl to me
I’m Stryderman, that’s that

[Chorus: Donae’O]
You’re just too damn vain for me, girl
Playing in a different league from me, girl
I ain’t even trying to speak, girl
You ain’t playing right
You’re just too damn vain for me, girl
Playing in a different league from me, girl (Ooh, whoa, whoa)
I ain’t even trying to speak, girl
You ain’t playing right

Turn your face into the sun

Turn your face into the sun so that the shadows are behind you
Bracing for the sunset that will paint the sky anew
That space between that trauma where the loving can accrue
Disgracing not the silent night by leaving it
Turn your face into the sun so that the shadows are behind you
Taste the duke who’s there, the summer will be gone too soon
Erase another day’s burden by blowing on the paper
Lace the night with laughter tails are spun on the room

Turn your facе into the sun so that the shadows are bеhind you
Place our dreams in the night under the waning moon

We’ve got history, eighteen hundred
My tequila mockingbird
Lace the silence with the size where the heartbeats are in tune
The space between the stars filled by a boombox

Turn your face into the sun so that the shadows are behind you
Trace the fading light as it draped upon the view
Replace your fear with courage as dawn’ll loom too soon
Grace the midnight hour where the secrets are in bloom

We’ve got history, eighteen hundred
My tequila mockingbird
Lace the silence with the size where the heartbeats are in tune
The space between the stars filled by a boombox

Turn your face into the sun so that the shadows are behind you
Gracing every turn up as the stars begin to strew

There was space between us, sun till up so distance grew
We all raced against time towards dreams, we filled you
Case of stolen glances, a story to pursue
Turn your face into the sun so the shadows are behind you

We’ve got history, eighteen hundred
My tequila mockingbird
We’ve got history, eighteen hundred
My tequila mockingbird

3 minutes to midnight

Look at my watch again
I don’t take in what time it is
3 minutes to midnight
On the Doomsday clock

Hold up your lighter
Hold up your lighter
Hold up your lighter
We’re all still alive

Light your lighter
Light is a flickering blue in space
Third World War averted for now
Won’t fight for the dream
Mourning the evil
I don’t like morning people
Morning or people
When I seek the truth
Choose the worst deduction
When I hit the booth
Mutually assured destruction

All we do is argue
West is weak
All we do is argue
Feel blessed that wе can

I look at my watch again
I don’t take in what time it is
3 minutes to midnight
On thе Doomsday clock

Hold up your lighter
Hold up your lighter
Hold up your lighter
We’re all still alive

Imagine looking down
From the stars in heaven
At the grass blue and brown
Armageddon
International poker
Texas better hold us
How long have we been in the casino
There’s a reason there’s no windows
Is it day or night?
Machines play on light
Lonely people in line to play chess, mate
Only speak when it’s time to say check, mate

Look at my watch again
I don’t take in what time it is
3 minutes to midnight
On the Doomsday clock

Hold up your lighter
Hold up your lighter
Hold up your lighter
We’re all still alive

Hold up your lighter
Hold up your lighter
Hold up your lighter
We’re all still alive

We all know the exit
Bare ways in
There’s only one way out
And the walls are crumbling inwards
And that’s why we’re out
I heard there is a date
There is a date when they’re going to push the button
Just like take me out
If they’re gonna dun our dance
Then let’s dance skanking on the way out
Don’t look now but the world’s ending
I’ve clocked it, I’m watching the hands moving
We invaded and we had them all moving
The news ain’t new, we’re all just tuned in
We’ve navigated a warzone way before you did
The music is loud, is loud
I’m starting to see how we couldn’t of talked through this
Our time’s nearly up, it’s about to heat up
Riddim ah guh get beat up
I’m still alive, can’t kill me bruv
Look at the corner, it’s getting political
Bare crooks hanging around a speaker
We can sit here pointing our gun fingers
But really, what have you done?

Hold up your lighter
Hold up your lighter
Hold up your lighter
We’re all still alive

Hold up your lighter
Hold up your lighter
Hold up your lighter
We’re all still alive

Look at my watch again
I don’t take in what time it is
3 minutes to midnight
On the Doomsday clock

Darkness broods the night
Where is the good guy?
Everyone’s the good guy
Won’t fight for the dream
Mourning the evil
I don’t like morning people
Morning or people

When I seek the truth
Choose the worst deduction
When I hit the booth
Mutually assured destruction

Wrong answers only

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Who are you when you are not feeling lonely?
Who are you? Wrong answers only
Who are you when you are not feeling lonely?
Who are you? Wrong answers only

[Verse 1: Master Peace]
Can’t remember anything apart from her
Sore from my head to my belt
Are you tryna get even with the people who hurt you
Or with the people who helped?
Incoming call to your phone right now
Jump in the pool with your line (line)
You call me when you’re bored, no you can’t help it
You call me when you’rе bored, yeah, yeah
Can’t rеmember anything apart from her
Sore from my head to my belt
Are you tryna get even with the people who hurt you
Or with the people who helped?

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Who are you when you are not feeling lonely?
Who are you? Wrong answers only
Who are you when you are not feeling lonely?

[Bridge: Master Peace]
Jump in the pool with your line (line)

[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]
I say boo-hoo in my head
You never cheated on me, but you knew who was next
If she likes you then you’ll know
If she don’t, you’ll feel confused in your texts
Oi, two hundr’ on her drink with steak
Oi, snakes shed their skin to become a bigger snake
Oi, walk past all the benches in the dark
I talk to myself and we both laugh

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
You won’t get the job, you get what you pay for
But when you get what you prayed for, don’t forget God
Or what God is, I am a God
I can turn wine into vomit
Making your facts fit the story in the caption
Newton liked them thick as fuck but he didn’t say that
He said “The greater the mass, the greater the force of attraction”
None of us will win if I fucking have to fight you
When you die of cancer, the cancer dies too

[Bridge: Master Peace]
Can’t remember anything apart from her
Sore from my head to my belt
Are you tryna get even with the people who hurt you
Or with the people who helped?

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Who are you when you are not feeling lonely?
Who are you? Wrong answers only

[Outro: Master Peace]
Are you tryna get even with the people who hurt you
Or with the people who helped?

Shake down

Hey!
Two-headed monster on the big blue screen
They tell you how to spend your dime
Now all the minutes change to hours
Then the days fly by
And nothing occupies your mind
Beautiful people tell you what to wear
And who to be
And what to buy
It’s time to leave it all behind and…
Rise up! Dance to a different beat
Rise up! (Hey!) shakedown!
Rise up! Free your mind of what they say
Rise up! (Hey!) shakedown!
Rise up! Dance to a different beat
Rise up! Free your mind of what they say
Rise up! Dance to a different beat
Rise up! (Hey!) shakedown!
Without a doubt they’ve thought of everything
Of every way to steal your time
Now all the days have changed to weeks
And still the years fly by
Never thought to question why
Pretty people
All those people
Talking at you
Talking what when why
Come on and leave it all behind and…
Rise up! Dance to a different beat
Rise up! (Hey!) shakedown!
Rise up! Free your mind of what they say
Rise up! (Hey!) shakedown!
Rise up! Dance to a different beat
Rise up! Free your mind of what they say
Rise up! Dance to a different beat
Rise up! (Hey!) shakedown!
Yeah you’re all dressed up and you got
Nothing to lose
And I see you’ve brought your
Dancing shoes, well
Let’s figure out how to use those things, yeah!
C’mon c’mon c’mon dance with me!
Dance, I said!
Rise up! Dance to a different beat
Rise up! (Hey!) shakedown!
Rise up! Free your mind of what they say
Rise up! (Hey!) shakedown!
Rise up! Dance to a different beat
Rise up! Free your mind of what they say
Rise up! Dance to a different beat
Rise up! (Hey!) shakedown!
Rise

Infamy

Never dwell on fights with kids, the fish is thought ill when it smells like it is
Frosty wind on the way to the station, footsteps and thoughts of a patient man breaking
We wait our way all our life in this world, many many days overturned and unfurled
On a rainy day making pay can be painful, afternoon is cold as eyes that dont light

Infamy Infamy (They’ve all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They’ve all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They’ve all) got it, Infamy

The cold and the little fingers burn with frost,lost in the wintery yearning lust
When the mist is drifting and the earth is rock and the lips are cracking like this is hitting crocks ?
Fall to your knees and call to me, head spinning and wacked like a spin ball bat, thwack
Maybe came december, may i press the send button and send all pretenders to the end with their glutton

Infamy Infamy (They’ve all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They’ve all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They’ve all) got it, Infamy

Caravaggio on his last throne staggering through Rome rolled up masterpieces bagged to go
Absurd is the third learn the circle of fifths, the roman cords in every certainty hit
Note to the elves, note to self quotes that seek not to doath on the locality of hell
Recycled melodies you might never remember, free writing hell freeze to the evergreen heaven

Infamy Infamy (They’ve all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They’ve all) got it, Infamy
Infamt Infamy (They’ve all) got it, Infamy

On a decaff coffee decafalon one like Hunter S. Thompson on a day off on one
Dont shoot guns in the garden, i punch things pardon, i run tings from barnett but the fun is in car sale ?
Aft daily, half cup daily, rarsclart baily funk with a large shot of baileys
I dont like people they are sometimes evil, with a Birmingham firm grip im learning em shit

Infamy Infamy (They’ve all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They’ve all) got it, Infamy
Infamy Infamy (They’ve all) got it, Infamy

When you wasn’t famous (Example MC version)

Ah, see, right see the thing
That’s got it all fucked up now is camera phones
How the hell am I supposed to be able to do a line
In front of complete strangers
When I know they’ve all got cameras?
When you’re a famous boy
It gets really easy to get girls
It’s all so easy, you get a bit spoilt
So when you try to pull a girl
Who is also famous too
It feels just like when you wasn’t famous
The celebrity pages in papers don’t tell tales
That are always to the line of the truth
It’s till a line at which most likely you’ll have the time
Or enough finance to sue
Which is why it’s so frightening buying papers in the morning
Fearing the next Mike Skinner scoop
‘Cause I used to believe what I read
So now I know that others will believe that it’s true
But I realized with you the truth canbe
A whole lot worse than the flack
My whole life I never thought I’d see
A pop star smoke crack
And I must admit I was quite shocked
With that thing you did with me on my back
But outside in the lobby, I shouldn’t have laughed
When you slapped that man
When you’re a famous boy
It gets really easy to get girls
It’s all so easy you get a bit spoilt
So when you try to pull a girl
Who is also famous too
It feels just like when you wasn’t famous
You were so much fun
I really got to like you more than you liked me
I really hoped that you’d stay
Considering the amount of prang you’d done
You looked amazing on CD UK
You learn dances, do promo, cameras flashing
Get in the van an’ zoom away
I wake up high, dizzy feel, hung over
And sorry for my doomed day
But I know I got a bit close to you
And that you found it fucking boring
You taught me so much about
How to deal with the fire I’d fallen in
And what version of a rumor
Would be next day everyone’s story of me
You taught me all the realities
And turn the page and ignore ’em
When you’re a famous boy
It gets really easy to get girls
It’s all so easy you get a bit spoilt
So when you try to pull a girl
Who is also famous too
It feels just like when you wasn’t famous
Anyway I had to rest my beer hat
Delete my dealer’s number and unroll my bank notes
And we were on borrowed time anyway
What with the daily toilet papers not knowin’
And I knew that when the people who thought they knew you
When they found out, I would’ve been mocked
Which is ironic, ’cause in reality
Standing next to you I look fucking soft
Whenever I see you on MTV
I can’t stop my big wide smile
And past the children’s appeal
I see the darkness behind
We both know the scratches on my back
Much better than the alludes and lies
I miss the bitchin’ and shoutin’
But I’m glad I got out in time
When you’re a famous boy
It gets really easy to get girls
It’s all so easy you get a bit spoilt
So when you try to pull a girl
Who is also famous too
It feels just like when you wasn’t famous
You can’t keep fucking popstars
We’ve got a fucking business to run
There are industry repercussions, Michael
I know

I love my phone

A journey through time

Unlock the living, put the four digit pin
In your hand, you hold the whole world and it’s dan
Clutch the bare rubber that judders up late
You muster more bluster and thrust yourself upstairs
Cling to your thinking, glintzing for a ding
If you with it you’re and it and if you binned it you’d wither
Without it, no doubt shit
No ounce, it’s a bitch
History equips us with the kitchen sink

How would I survive without my outside line to the doubting life in
In the inside lining of my trousers tonight

Communication with the new nation
The escalator moves endlessly friend and to every station
Quiver it delivers you the river or give up
Addicted to the little thing that rings
Like a torch in the dark, reading short remarks
Scorching candescent thoughts from the heart
Information advantage in the face of a rabbit
People read headsets, frozen in headlamps

How would I survive without my outside line to the doubting life in
In the inside lining of my trousers tonight

Well if I could build a time machine I would fly to you
As 60 minutes an hour, with flowers in kind pursuit
We can’t change the past but we can ruin the present
By scratching on our heads and fretting on the future
A man takes on to men, take lovers and lunatics
Metal fronted fronts, another way of doing it
Glory paid to ashes comes too late, my phone mate
The closing blows on stakes on an only frozen lake
A constant stream of words in a wanton, teeming and turgid splurge
Rechecking the stream of comment
Many dreams from one end to the other end of nonsense

How would I survive without my outside line to the doubting life in
In the inside lining of my trousers tonight

David Hassles

A journey through time

Unlock the living, put the four digit pin
In your hand, you hold the whole world and it’s dan
Clutch the bare rubber that judders up late
You muster more bluster and thrust yourself upstairs
Cling to your thinking, glintzing for a ding
If you with it you’re and it and if you binned it you’d wither
Without it, no doubt shit
No ounce, it’s a bitch
History equips us with the kitchen sink

How would I survive without my outside line to the doubting life in
In the inside lining of my trousers tonight

Communication with the new nation
The escalator moves endlessly friend and to every station
Quiver it delivers you the river or give up
Addicted to the little thing that rings
Like a torch in the dark, reading short remarks
Scorching candescent thoughts from the heart
Information advantage in the face of a rabbit
People read headsets, frozen in headlamps

How would I survive without my outside line to the doubting life in
In the inside lining of my trousers tonight

Well if I could build a time machine I would fly to you
As 60 minutes an hour, with flowers in kind pursuit
We can’t change the past but we can ruin the present
By scratching on our heads and fretting on the future
A man takes on to men, take lovers and lunatics
Metal fronted fronts, another way of doing it
Glory paid to ashes comes too late, my phone mate
The closing blows on stakes on an only frozen lake
A constant stream of words in a wanton, teeming and turgid splurge
Rechecking the stream of comment
Many dreams from one end to the other end of nonsense

How would I survive without my outside line to the doubting life in
In the inside lining of my trousers tonight

How long it’s been

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
Fail and cry
If you don’t shout and sing and roam you’ll be in your house with your doubts
Do you want to go out and wish you were home, or be home and wish you were out
I’m in a weird phase of life somewhere between birth and death
Four days past my bedtime putting one word in front of the next
When you’re around you you get down on you
But who’s around you and who’s down for you

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Fail and cry and see the light, I’ve failed more times than you’ve even tried
How long’s it been since you’ve wondered that? I’ve had cups in my room longer than that

[Verse 2: Flohio]
I’ve had thoughts in my rooms that were longer than that
And the thoughts in my head overstayed some more years
Even though they’re pretend they’re still needing more help
And I don’t fit myself anywhere around here
All I see is my wealth
I tried to go for them
I come rolling up
I don’t need no more blems
The head coming up
I’m making it all blend
They’re all trying to come, need more than a token
What you coughing up?
It’s all in the open
I need no more love
Tattoo – close the chapter
I keep myself warm with the cup I’ve just poured
You know you can’t run more than the signals are gone

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Fail and cry and see the light, I’ve failed more times than you’ve even tried
How long’s it been since you’ve wondered that? I’ve had cups in my room longer than that

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
Money don’t matter but all I ask is the chance to earn it for myself
No doubt they’re bluffing; we are all crabs trying to get out of the bucket
You won’t reason, you are all story
Luck doesn’t give, it lends that way
I’m on season 2, episode 4 of your shit
The fuck I give went that way
I can’t unsee that, I can’t rid the image
Cry and try and unspill milk
Mates are gunna’ mate and others cry
Haters gunna’ hate and lovers lie

[Chorus: Mike Skinner (Flohio)]
Fail and cry and see the light, I’ve failed more times than you’ve even tried
How long’s it been since you’ve wondered that? I’ve had cups in my room longer than that (long)
Fail and cry and see the light, I’ve failed more times than you’ve even tried (how long?)
How long’s it been since you’ve wondered that? I’ve had cups in my room longer than that

[Verse 4: Flohio]
I am never ever far from the swan
What you think I was born for?
War money coming up in lump sums
Bet they wanna’ take me off for ransom
Maybe I might be the last one
They be in my heart that’s a hard choice
Now I gotta’ run it up the last time
Don’t even try coming past nine
Needing my time
Creep up at night
Hit the lab, buss a little hi-hat

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
Fail and cry and see the light, I’ve failed more times than you’ve even tried
How long’s it been since you’ve wondered that? I’ve had cups in my room longer than that
Fail and cry and see the light, I’ve failed more times than you’ve even tried
How long’s it been since you’ve wondered that? I’ve had cups in my room longer than that

[Outro: Mike Skinner]
You’ll be in your house
With your
E!

Brexit at Tiffany’s

First hour of the day, always get so much done
So much was undone
The sun came up in London
Over breakfast, I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street

You talk like traffic
I’m tryin’ to cross the road
But who wants pedestrian?
Black taxis’ mass
You signal something jumbled that I just have to love
You call me Jack the Ripper, I’m so about these gaslights

The gaslights look old
They would cast light, looking cold
If the night wasn’t over
Aimless on my feet like any old James on Bond Street
Manicured pavements
Manicured behaviour

Over breakfast I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street
Brexit at Tiffany’s
Nostalgic for glamour that never happеned
Put your fork in the ham on a gingham table
Pour thе Assam and spill on the porcelain saucer

I don’t listen to music like you do
I listen to the same song over and over
Together in leather
In umbrella weather
There’s no window dressing us
I can’t afford the price
Blurry people walk past, as I remain starin’
Like a Dirty Diana teapot
Let’s commemorate us
Get the silver engraved in loving memory

Over breakfast I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street
Brexit at Tiffany’s
Over breakfast I had an epiphany
Meet me on Bond Street
Your face is a foreign language
Like an Arabic Rolex
Façades of London
Meet me on Bond Street

Test of time

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it
Naked to the waste with the paper

More time I am just searching
All waking day I’ve been up to nothing
But I snore like I have been working

Really fussy with food and never complain
Do any drugs any stranger gives me

Music from the past
The eagle fans out west to climb
Beauty doesn’t last
Evil stands the test of time

Around that energy every night
Don’t smoke food get second hand high

Comе from the center of this littlе island
Come from the memory of love lives
Come from the empire where the sun never dies
I come from the empire where the blood never dries

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it
Sun is the colour of the palour of love
Or am I deeping too much?

Mixed up and discussed with a knife and fork
Mixed up in discussions of a life that’s forked

Witness as that 60 quid dress turns into 60K in child support
My head has so many tabs open
Lines of inquiry that ended somewhere
But life keeps reminding you, like adverts embedded
In the other thing you’re killing time doing

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it
Naked to the waste with the paper
More time I’m just searching
All waking day I’ve been up to nothing
But I snore like I have been working

Right this is in me, this full kicking juice
Mike Skinner singing the mule skinner blues
Nothing but cry from the bottom of the bottle
Don’t wolf whistle me please!
I’ve put on my cleanest dirty trainers
Like Kris Kristofferson’s me

I come from the center of this little island
I come from the memory of love lives
I come from the empire where the sun never died
I come from the empire where the blood never dried

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it

You want to be shaking in the car?
Or floodlit in the spot?
Do you want to be hated for what you are?
Or loved for what you’re not?

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it now that it’s done
Take it to the future, make it into new times
And don’t ask for signs and then ignore the signs

Music from the past
The eagle fans out west to climb
Beauty doesn’t last
Evil stands the test of time

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it