| Yogi man
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| I’m sick of this shit bruv
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| Swear down
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| Just as things start looking up
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| It all goes to shit again
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| Story of my fucking life!
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| I don’t wanna live my life this way.
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| No!
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| Picture me behind a desk
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| Picture that a nine to five I ain’t into that
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| I’m into rap
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| And I don’t see me getting an office job with these tat’s
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| So what choice do I have man?
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| Do I sign on or do I bag grams?
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| Long signing for dole
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| I wanna get signed for my flow
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| And my rhymes
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| I’m a pro and I’m nice I know
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| If I grind then I’ll blow
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| So why am I wasting time on the roads
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| Now Mike’s interested
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| I should probably give it a rest before I get arrested
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| But then I got arrested, whoops
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| Why don’t I learn from my mistakes?
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| Why oh why oh why.
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| All I want’s to change my ways
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| Why oh why oh why Do I always end up back here
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| Stuck on the wrong side of town
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| With my head spinning, I keep on falling down
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| Never been arrested for so much as an eighth of weed and I get arrested for
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| kidnap, blackmail, false imprisonment and possession with intent to supply.
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| Typical of my fuckin' luck really innit, just as I’m about to sign a deal with
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| Mike I might be doing a fucking bird
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| I don’t wanna sell weed no more
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| Hated the cycle but I kept peddling
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| Nan just found food under my bed again
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| I’m a let down again
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| And she’s screaming «get this shit out of my house» again
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| There’s no curving the truth
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| The bags too big to be for personal use
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| There’s no excuses
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| She knows what the truth is
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| I do flip Keys of green to get me a few quid
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| She’s looking at me so disappointed
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| All I can say is I won’t do it again
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| But she knows I will.
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| Why don’t I learn from my mistakes?
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| Why oh why oh why.
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| All I want’s to change my ways
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| Why oh why oh why Do I always end up back here
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| Stuck on the wrong side of town
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| With my head spinning, I keep on falling down
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| Never learn man. |
| There’s no plan B for me, I ain’t got shit to fall back on!
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| I left school in year 8 I don’t have an education, selling weed and writing
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| lyrics is all I know
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| I got arrested and raided
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| Then I got signed
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| And I bust case
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| So now everything’s fine
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| But now everything’s not
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| Not only did I get dropped
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| The whole label did
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| And I wasted my advance so I ain’t got shit
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| I’m stuck at warners and them pricks won’t push my album
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| But it’s cool
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| As soon as I’m free I’m gonna do it without them
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| Eight months later I’m still stuck in my deal
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| In debt with my lawyer time to get back on this ferris wheel
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| I’m stuck on this carousel
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| When will this ever end?
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| This is hell for me I’m back at the beginning again
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| Somebody please get me off this circus ride
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| The horse that I’m riding is hurting my thighs erm.
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| Why don’t I learn from my mistakes?
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| Why oh why oh why.
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| All I want’s to change my ways
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| Why oh why oh why Do I always end up back here
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| Stuck on the wrong side of town
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| With my head spinning, I keep on falling down
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| And before some funny guy tries to make a joke about me riding a horse,
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| it is a metaphor! |
| What I mean is I am sick of hustling, I am sick of the grind,
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| I am sick of things going to shit, Just when things are looking up!
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| I don’t know if this shit is ever gonna work for me. |
| I swear down blud I am so
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| fed up Yogi, I cannot be dealing with it anymore |