| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Here we go again
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| I got locked up by the po po again
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| I’ve been in here since half past ten
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| It’s half past two now when’s all this gonna end
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| I only had one phonecall so I used it
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| To call my best friend
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| I told him get all the stuff out the house
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| Before the po po come searching the prem
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| The fed keeps looking at me through the flap
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| Blad, go check somebody else
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| He took my shoelaces n took my belt
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| Look we both know there’s no way I can hang myself
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| One minute I saw blue lights
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| The next minute I’m getting read my rights
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| Officer the cuffs are way too tight
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| You’re taking the piss out my life
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| It’s a hype
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| When I woke up this morning
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| I never thought I’d be sitting in a cell
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| On a blue mat no blanket yawning
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| Hoping that I get bail
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| Mum said that I gotta change my ways
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| But I’m a typical man, wanna be a boss
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| But then I got shift like oh my days
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| Now I’m sitting in the cell, like oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Oh my days, oh my gosh
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| Nah, no I don’t wanna cup of tea
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| Just press R-E-C-O-R-D
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| My name’s Joe all I just wanna say N-O
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| C-O double M E-N-T
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| Only thing I know about is me
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| Chat about next man I can’t hear or see
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| Never talk on behalf of my co — d
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| And I don’t want a quiet word with a PC
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| I don’t wanna cigarette no I don’t smoke
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| And I definitely don’t wanna bust no joke
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| I know blacks, but I don’t know brown
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| And I don’t like fizzy drinks, I don’t know about no coke
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| One minute I saw blue lights
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| The next minute I’m getting read my rights
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| Officer the cuffs are way too tight
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| You’re taking the piss out my life
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| It’s a hype
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| When I woke up this morning
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| I never thought I’d be sitting in a cell
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| On a blue mat no blanket yawning
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| Hoping that I get bail
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| Mum said that I gotta change my ways
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| But I’m a typical man, wanna be a boss
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| But then I got shift like oh my days
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| Now I’m sitting in the cell, like oh my gosh |