| Oh when you look
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| In the mirror, do you like what you see?
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| I see lies and deceit in his eyes, it isn’t me
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| And is the way that you’re living in line with your beliefs?
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| Nah the life that I’m living’s a lie
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| It’s Mr Key
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| I never lie when I write life in Brighton was hard
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| And it’s not like
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| Anyone denied me the chance
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| Everybody’s like Kezza keep
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| Writing them bars
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| And free-styling
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| I was knee-high to the grass
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| When I learnt to speak rhymes and breathe life to a beat
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| And now my CP team keep the cypher complete, Key
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| Love to be beside the seaside with freaks
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| On a beehive-vibe every night of the week
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| Brain buzzing
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| Become drum, become your percussion
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| It’s nothing
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| Hush to the gums, forget buzzing
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| And some wonder what I become
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| I said fuck 'em
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| Lost the one thing that I love
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| And said nothing
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| Brain buzzing
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| Become drum, become your percussion
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| It’s nothing
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| Hush to the gums, forget buzzing
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| And some wonder what I become
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| I said fuck 'em
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| Lost the one thing that I loved
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| And kept running
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| Oh when you look
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| In the mirror, do you like what you see? |
| I see lies and deceit in his eyes, it isn’t me
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| And is the way that your living in line with your beliefs?
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| Nah the life that I’m living’s a lie
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| It’s Mr Key
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| The split with the missus hit him like a brick in the face
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| That was four raw years of optimism misplaced
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| Six, million ways I sit slitting my throat
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| I pick hideous oblivion and fillin' my nose
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| With the scum from the bottom of a slippery slope
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| In the slums of my rotten, moth-bitten abode
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| With a lifestyle as brittle as my rickety bones
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| And I was trippin' like I pickled my occipital lobe
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| Ape-shit, linear lows become highs
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| The night becomes sunrise
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| Death becomes life
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| Why it’s unwise to judge us
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| Rough types and munters
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| The bell tolls for us, another one bites the dust
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| So fuck trying to adjust, just love-life is a must
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| Unwind in the grime and the crust
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| I was blind now I’m wired as fuck
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| I can see straight through your flames when the fires erupt
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| Cause it’s the blood dripping in the mud
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| Eye of the storm cloud
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| Patchwork chrysalis
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| I form in a fallout |
| Spawned in a dawn fit with bitterness and hatred
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| This is for my peeps and creeps who’ll never make it
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| Dedicated to you, you and you
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| Be how you gotta be and do how you do
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| Nobody knows how to move in your shoes
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| I know how it goes, I’m a fugitive too
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| This is dedicated to you, you and you
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| Nobody knows how to move in your shoes
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| I know how it goes, I’m a fugitive too
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| So be who you gotta be and do how you do |