Lyrics Sick World - Sway, Suwese

Sick World

Ladies and gentlemen
Hello
But in Spanish that’s
Au revoir, auf wiedersehen
(That is the wrong way round!)
Ok then
Auf wiedersehen, au revoir
You see there are three types of people in this world
People that can count
And people that can’t
And with this in mind
I’m gonna present to you
The only one who counts
Sway!
Take it away Sway
Hello everybody
I’m Sway
Welcome to my world
I’m coming to you from the same place as the Spice Girls
But I don’t flipping sit around sipping tea
I rap more than Santa Claus on Christmas Eve
And when I show up
The crowd stares in disbelief
And the host drops the mic
And kisses his teeth
I’m the reason some of these A&Rs are crying
Coz their MDs are screaming down the phone
«Why the hell haven’t we signed him?»
(We can’t find him!)
Some of these rappers need reminding
«mate»
Coz even in Australia I’m flying
But keep trying
You only live once
So if you ain’t living it up
You ain’t living
You’re dying
Sick world
That’s all up in my mind
I don’t know what is wrong
I don’t know what is right
(No, no)
This world
That’s going on inside
Don’t know who to kick out
Or who I should invite
(Host, host)
(Ey mate!)
(Sway!)
(What you wanna do mate?)
(Do you wanna put it on the barbie?)
(Or put it in the barbie?)
(Barbie barbie barbie)
(Bobby Brown)
One day
I wanna be bigger than Peter Andre
Or bigger than the pair of lips
Kissing on Beyonce
Bigger than the willy shown in «Any Given Sunday»
Seven units in Amsterdam
Sweden
And Francais
The other day me and my enemy was beefing
So I hit him in the face with a baseball bat
And he was bleeding
Somebody asked why I did it
I said I didn’t
I was swinging it
And you knows bats
It didn’t see him
I’m going to America
Like Slick Rick and Floetry
To show everybody my big bollocks
And British poetry
But if I flop
I’ll just come back in disguise
Tie a British flag over my face
So no one knows it’s me
(Sway!)
Sick world
That’s all up in my mind
I don’t know what is wrong
I don’t know what is right
(No, no)
This world
That’s going on inside
Don’t know who to kick out
Or who I should invite
(Host, host)
(Hey!)
(Foolish boy!)
(Whariis you are doin'?)
(This is nonsense)
(Nonsense oh!)
(Didn't swim all the way from Ghana for this oh!)
(No way)
From the day I was born
I been torn between two worlds
My imagination and normal
Got bored of watching horror films and porn
Thus my mind conjured up thoughts abnormal
Trapped in a world I made that ain’t mine
And you can’t see it all in a day
It takes time
Come visit my living room of lyrics and you’ll find
There’s a picture of my future in my frame of mind
You see me?
I got too much CDs
And watch too much TV
One day my teacher asked me what I want to be
At parent’s evening
And I replied
«I want to be a tree»
He laughed
But then my mum started cussing me in Twi
And over the days
The ladies never wanted me, like
«Uh, like Derek’s like as ugly as can be»
Coz my tooth
Wasn’t exactly straight
Know what I mean, gov?
Like, me and the dentist wasn’t exactly mates
So for about a year I had to wear a flippin' brace
Feeling like a punk for 350 days
Then I took off my braces
Got beard in places
Now if a chick don’t like me she’s racist
Sick world
That’s all up in my mind
I don’t know what is wrong
I don’t know what is right
(No, no)
This world
That’s going on inside
Don’t know who to kick out
Or who I should invite
(Host, host)
Sick world
That’s all up in my mind
I don’t know what is wrong
I don’t know what is right
(No, no)
This world
That’s going on inside
Don’t know who to kick out
Or who I should invite
(Host, host)
It’s a sick world
It’s a sick world
It’s a sick world
It’s a sick world