Paroles Alicia keys/quays Jamie T

Alicia keys/quays

Mothers talk to you like nothing is better
Than you going out on a TuesdayWell I'm not sure what to do
But man I swear man I'm slay from far awayAn' why is it that always on the weekend, no-one ever around to shout
Oh people working too hard, or drinking too hard
As a matter of fact I'm never quite sure.
And they blaze it down to pull themselves up
Pull yourself right to the hook
Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me cos I'm all on my own no pity
Spit like guilty men in the sermon grooving around of this place like you never did learn them
I shake myself down
And rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry
And why is it New Years Eve is always shità
Dontcha know what i mean man, deal with itit's always just the way we're rolling
Your girl's that fucked off on Smirnoff IceI think once, twice or thrice
Never makes no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with head lice
Never been better than money never beenheartedly starting this cityI've always been around this town
Since the first day I was bornAn' i've been losing frequencies and losing sound and losing everything and I squander it all andI've been up I've been aroundI've been in the dancehall since the first day in townAn' I've still been beating, cheating, falling to the floor when kids are kickingI've been a-bleeding, I've been a-losing
Well are you man born for the choosing
And if you aint better
You better listen to the test as I start man impress ya
And if you aint losing
Then you aint groovingI'll still be down here on a low-key send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to meI've been over, I've been overYou've been down, you've been down
Now I've benn al man movin'All around the town all around and aroundI've been groovingI've been losin'I've been all round choosin'And now I'm back for the challenge
Who wants the challenge well I want it more
Now I'm on my train
Life in the fast lane, never gave me no gain
And then the man says "wakey wakey it's mornin' time on the northern line"I'm alright bowling straight up to camden
All the way from your FaringdonI wanna make sure i'm a little tired I now realise that inciting the riot can be
One stone's throwAn' too much doughThat's why all the young men sniff up too much blow
And now I'm thinkin' "aw I'll never"
I sever it up before I think about forever and Ichat it back to the people I used to know
Kick it back cos I'm rolling it solo
A whynot what's to the beef
A no-one really knows me so no-one is a chiefUh
I chat it back like you've never been a thiefI'm a thriller
Licence to ill double-seven I'm a killer
Killer killer
Upper killer Never know me, ha.It's all that chat back to much of that never rackkick it back like a bitch slap right to my face in the mirror
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 a flow dedication to wario
And now it's me back to the further
Now it comes back looser than ever
Some kids they think an' get better
Think they're trend setters but they're never pacemakers
What am I?What am I?What am i in my own dear eyes?
A-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've said so much what am I what am i what am I makes no sense no mo-o-o-ore, mo-o-ore ah-oh mo-o-o-ore ooooh what am I oh-ow-oh well i don't awwwww...etc...
Wheee an a dumdumday.
Uh uh uh uh'S like a march in here
From the left to the right
They stomp their feetx 4
Some kids they're chilling on corners
Out of order I think them all bettertie their laces, rat races, hit the pages
Write yer own books & write yer own spell checkersI'm on a better man chillin' in my own room
Assume to accumelate to shake to sedate
Drink it down much quicker
A glug glug glug on my liquor and I feel much better
Talk to me about violence
Never know me I sit further in silenceAn' when I drink it down I drink it up
It feels my body and I feel fresher
I tick up the tester regulatorI'm a true man, shootin', lootin' now I'm presuming
That everyone be knowing the dedication, my name to J-T an' IRoll it down roll it down
Who wants to hoit themselves up?Who's got the uppers?
Get them in then I'm done
Click your fingersAn' can you smell that it lingers'She's a fat bitch but I'd still give her........one.I'm a cheeky son
Where you from man?We're from the old London