| Anger; |
| it is a byword n slander
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| Fizzy temperaments n red Fanta aggressive banta
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| That I speak like a want to to a bad gangsta
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| Who wanna take me on like a badman
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| I’ll get you on the street for ruffling up my feathers
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| Ill march to this beat like rain in bad weather
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| Don’t blether about me, ma maw or me bredda
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| But it’s all locked in me heada while I get redda
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| How do I change this, flip that switch like an on off
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| Button on fridge with a glitch
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| It doesn’t keep me cool, it just sits n fizzes
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| Bad business to be in this kids head n listening
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| If life sucks so much,
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| why do I keep coming back as if I can’t get enough?
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| Simple like a single touch
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| If life sucks so much why do I keep coming back as if I can’t enough?
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| Getting back to me in a rush
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| Ma concentration is like a train at a station
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| That hasn’t arrived coz it crashed and its blazing
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| Sitting in a field with a few burnt raisins
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| Little Asian with a gift grazing Lazing
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| Contemplating the next move a slick ruse
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| To get food and a 2×2
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| For cruising round the bend like I’m already doing
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| Losing my mind like I’m a cuckoo n snoozing
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| Ride along a road with no singalong
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| A fat bong or even a story about King Kong
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| No lump sum no retirement for this chump
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| Just a thumbs up until I chill out n love some
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| And I return to this room that I see get duller
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| Why do I see this world painted in so many colours
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| And that’s I need to return coming back to you
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| I return
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| until end |