| I don’t speak queen’s English but I’m still distinguished
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| I don’t need no suit or tie to let you know I mean business
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| I know you’re into this
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| Even even if you were deaf, blind and dumb and awkwardly rhythmless
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| I’m like syphilis ain’t no denying this wickedness
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| Any attempt would be grimy and hideous
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| Young and I’m black and I’m ignorant
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| But I’m still frivolous
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| Meaning I’m nigga-less
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| More than the way I feel strength in my pigments
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| What does it matter? |
| Just give me my dividends
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| Switching up syllables mixing with criminals
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| Keep up appearance but keeping it minimal
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| Bredders be getting too over familiar
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| Quizzical, touching your physical
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| Hands on my bread with a spoon in my cereal
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| Not on my watch cause I’m a hard rock
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| Come through in a hard top
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| With your girl in the passenger seat, she getting hard cock
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| I didn’t even let the car stop
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| Don’t even worry what cars I’ve got
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| You should be concerned with what you are not
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| I dictate the pace and set the bar a lot
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| You get parred a lot
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| Sorry pardon what?
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| I can’t hear you bro you sound weary bro
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| Talk shit but you won’t come near me though
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| And I’m far from sweet I’m no Cheerio
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| I switch up the place real quick like hear we go
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| Leave your body all black with a whole lot of indigo
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| Six feet below
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| No heads up, no intro
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| No info I get it in bro
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| Cold world with a whole lot of schemers
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| It don’t stop for the dreamers
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| You could fuck around and get took to the cleaners
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| I know man that would do a lot of dirty
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| Put a lot of work in
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| Just to ride Benz and Beamers
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| Devious creatures
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| Try to steer clear of the preachers
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| Screaming out 'God can’t reach us'
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| Nothing they can teach us, leave us
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| Looking for a girl with over the top features
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| Couldn’t care less about Jesus
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| Couldn’t give a fuck about a thesis
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| Looking for the easiest next top model
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| Or another shit TV series
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| Raised by MTV generation
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| Not a lot of patience
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| How they gonna deal with the wolves of the nation
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| How they gonna recognize pros and cons with no education
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| How they gonna win with no dedication
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| All you really care about is Playstation
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| World Star Hip Hop humiliation
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| Everything built on a weak foundation
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| Whole lot of time being wasted
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| Whole lot of shit champagne being tasted
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| Everybody in the club acting basic
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| Everybody wanna be a star let’s face it
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| Gassed by the money and the fame let’s chase it
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| Gotta get it quick gotta get it by all means
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| Wanna be a big timer like the guy from New Orleans
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| Got big dreams, but they absurd, and they obscene
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| Pregnant on TV at sixteen
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| Don’t know what this shit means
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| Yo, can’t trust these no-good, two-faced cut-throat Pagans living in Babylon
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| Wanna sell me lies, wanna bleed me dry, wanna see me live like a vagabond
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| Like I worked this hard and I come this far just to them waffle and babble on
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| Don’t want your help, don’t need your advice who rattled your cage
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| Know one of these days won’t cease to amaze
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| Bunch of lost souls they ain’t tryna get saved
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| They’re just tryna get paid, wanna jump on my wave
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| Turn back around, jump right in my grave
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| Do me a favour, don’t do me no favours
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| I don’t need no savior cause I do it major
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| Now it’s back to the paper I’ll deal with the pagans later |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pagans , by - Dizzee Rascal. Song from the album Pagans EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп