Lyrics Goin' Mad - Wiley

Goin' Mad

What you think I’m talking alot and dat?
Yeah mate, you’re always yappin' on about something (something)
Ya know why mate?
I think I’m going mad, mate
I think I’m losing my mind
And I’ve got so much on me plate
(I've got so much on me plate)
I’m sure I’m going mad, mate
(I'm going mad)
I can’t cope, it’s all on top
Pressure from there, an pressure from there
He wants to try this, he wants to try that
Papers get made and, he wants to rob that
I want people to know I won’t have that
You should know my heart’s cold from way back
They didn’t give a shit from way back
If you do wrong then you get payback
We call it
Lay back, stand back, I’m going in
To tackle my problems
How come, it don’t ever have problems
How come that dropped into my body and
Made me comical
So much problems
I can’t take it what’s your problem
I’m on the edge of causing a problem
Wiley Kat, aka, Problems
I think I’m going mad, mate (think I’m going mad)
I think I’m losing my mind
And I’ve got so much on me plate (I've got so much on me plate)
I’m sure I’m going mad, mate (I'm going mad)
I said I think I’m going mad, mate (I'm going)
I think I’m losing my mind (I'm on my way)
And I’ve got so much on me plate
I’m sure I’m going mad, mate (I'm sure I’m going mad mate)
You could lose your mind it’s easy
I’m going mad
I can’t see forward
Just the other day I was going forward
that’s 75 pounds please
I need tax insurance chart
Let me buy past that
Okay, another problem I saw it coming
No sympathy I saw it coming but hey
Where there’s a will there’s a way for me to get paid
Okay so, let’s get paid then
But money is the root to all evil
Money is paper, how can paper be evil?
It must be people
Doing those evil things with money
I catch people going on funny
Get excited with money but you’ll go mad
I think I’m going mad, mate
I think I’m losing my mind
And I’ve got so much on me plate (I've got so much on me plate)
I’m sure I’m going mad, mate (I'm going mad)
I said I think I’m going mad, mate
I think I’m losing my mind
And I’ve got so much on me plate (I've got so much on me plate)
I’m sure I’m going mad, mate (I'm going mad mate)
I’m on the floor… I'm on the floor
What am I doing?
I’m down… I'm down
But get up off the floor
Get up off the floor
Pick yourself up
Pick yourself up, get up
Stand up
Dust myself off
Realise I’m someone… yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…
Now I’m Wiley I’m grimey
I’m too shystie you can’t beside me
You won’t get by or get past me
Don’t put it past me
You won’t outlast me
You’re not as fast as me you can’t blast me
No soundboys would ever outclass me
Me and my crew would blaze them quickly
You see Roll Deep slew dem quickly
See I’m a soundboy too don’t chance it
Consider your life 'cus you might lose it
We got a good thing going and you can’t use me or use it to break and buss
through this
You can’t slew this tiger
Not this tiger
I am the hungriest tiger, tiger
I’m the coldest tiger, tiger
Wooly is the E3 tiger