Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Track 1 , by - Skepta. Release date: 01.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Track 1 |
| Junior |
| Meridian War |
| London |
| This is what music sounds like in my dreams man |
| Mental |
| Yeah, I’m in my zone |
| Livin the life of the young and gifted |
| In the studio, run out of drink, all we got is some weed and biscuits |
| I’m supposed to be writing |
| Instead I’m daydreaming about doggy-styling Kate Winslet |
| Snap out of the dream |
| Pass me the lighter let me light up the green |
| A million words in my head |
| Tryna think about punchlines that I haven’t already said |
| I wanna write a diss track but my enemies are already dead |
| I only smoke one spliff but my eyes are already red |
| I’ll be waiting til the cows come home |
| For man to offer me a biscuit cos I don’t normally beg |
| Open up the pizza box we got earlier but it’s full of crust and corn |
| We’ve been here so long |
| I just heard the speakers yawn |
| I go hard like Jason Bourne |
| These other MC’s remind me of Mr. Bean and Johnny English reborn |
| But I still beep my horn |
| Screamin' team UK |
| Cos that’s where I made my name |
| That’s where I made my change |
| That’s where I fucked up them pussyholes when they tried to pop my chain |
| Nothing but true facts that I speak on the track |
| Real niggas know where the real niggas at |
| I’m a good youth but I will fight back |
| Out to the mixed-race, white and black |
| Fake G’s all over the place |
| If you put it on me you better put something over your face |
| Cos I won’t snitch I’ll tell the officer I don’t wanna press no charges |
| I’m closing the case |
| Discharge myself from the hospital |
| Fuck the constable |
| Go home and deal with the beef like sunday roast on a plate |
| See I grew up in London |
| Where the olders talk, but the youngers ain’t listening |
| I was given dirty looks by the priest at my christening |
| No food in the kitchen |
| Two brothers, one sister’n |
| Right now you’re listening to the oldest sibling |
| And I get so much cake I might change my surname to Kipling |
| All the mandem raise your glasses again |
| Here’s to another year at the top of the game |
| Ah we just can’t stop toasting |
| Said I’ll be a big MC by end of school term and they thought I was joking |
| Now I got 15 girls in my bed and each and every one of them’s roasting |
| Same shit different day (x3) |
| Me and the mandem moeshing |
| Said I’ll be a big MC by end of school term and they thought I was joking |
| Now I got 15 girls in my bed and each and every one of them’s roasting |
| Blacklisted, yeah |