Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flyin', artist - Dizzee Rascal. Album song Showtime, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.09.2004
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Flyin' |
| Yeah |
| What up man, what are ya this week? |
| He thinks he’s rough, and he’s always got a screw-face |
| He’s stush and he thinks he’s heavy |
| I’ve heard, I’ve heard it all man |
| Same thing, same shit |
| I can’t believe it |
| I’m just being me |
| I work… I’m not doing cos I got the money or cos I’m famous |
| This is what I was, you get me? |
| You can say I’m too rude, you can say I think I’m heavy |
| You can say I think I’m all that, I’ve heard it all already |
| You can say I think I’m rough, you can say you can’t wait |
| Till the day you meet me face to face and swear to set me straight |
| You can say I sideswipe, you can say I’m overrated |
| You can slag me off to every female I’ve ever dated |
| You can say I’m kinda meek, you can say I’m just a prick |
| Just say you what you want and what you will but say it quick |
| Cos I’m flyin, I ain’t got time |
| You must makin moves, why you watchin mine? |
| You got so much to say about my grime |
| You must be UP THERE, I see you up there |
| You can I’m arrogant, you should probably say I’m vain |
| You can say my head swole since I see a little fame |
| You can say I left the hood, my success was a mistake |
| You can say I’m under pressure, you can say I’m bound to break |
| You can never say I’m fake, cos I always keep it real |
| You can say «so wot?» |
| I can say «so chill» |
| You can say I’m too cheeky, you can say I make you sick |
| Just say what you want and what you will but say it quick |
| Fellas acting bitchy lately quite unsurprisingly |
| They would love to cut my face but they just cock their eyes at me |
| Like little ladies would you wish you could express yourself |
| But violent silences from ya, stops ya so keep your feelings stealth |
| And wondering if I’m gonna laugh I’m saying don’t worry |
| I weren’t invited here, I ain’t leavin in a hurry |
| So any preconceptions that you’ve got of me, forget them |
| Please don’t let em, confuse you-- I’m gully |
| And rude, and blatant, no time, in a hurry, impatient |
| Don’t make no more inquiries, fuck you is my only statement |
| The only answer I’m about to give you: |
| Fuck you and whoever came with you |
| Fuck them and anybody related, fuck if I get me frustrated |
| Cos I ain’t the type to hype and rare |
| Hope I scare em, make 'em fear me |
| I’m pretty certain you’re not near me |
| There’s no need for that |
| I’m taking time, away from the? |
| and? |
| and grime serious grime |
| Leave the microphone alone, strap and spray some verses with the 9 |
| Rasci… won’t change for no one, ever |
| I’m me, I’ve been me |
| Dapper, rapper, jacker, whateva |
| I don’t play, swear to you |