Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Tinie Tempah. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intro |
| What you see is not a time, |
| The sky will light before you, |
| You’ll be lost and found again, |
| This is only good for you, |
| Don’t try to understand, the colours in my hand, |
| Just close your eyes and I will guide you, |
| I’m an extra terrestrial, |
| Came up out the fucking dirt like a vegetable, |
| Find out what ma cerebellum for, |
| When I pin the boof and told montana press record, |
| Little Patrick didn’t catch a little leprechaun, |
| (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahh) |
| where my paracetomol, |
| i done took some pain then I turned it in to pleasure, |
| I beat rapper son of a batchelors now I’m the most eligible, |
| Ha ha ha stupid motherfucker how you like that, |
| How do I go back to this when I’ve already tried that, |
| This is from my inner child, said he wants his life back |
| i done turn myself into a product with a price tag, |
| All these fuckin people only round me cos I’m doing well, |
| I’vel be living life like i got no regard for human health, |
| We done shed blood, sweat, tears and fought tooth and nail, |
| Tryin' to accomplish something more and just a fewer have fell, |
| And every other day, |
| mommy call me just to ask me if I’m coping with the fame, |
| But every other night I’m spilling vodka on some chicken heads, |
| Doing shit I know would make her totally ashamed, |
| I am overly engaged, |
| Some who know me think l’ve changed, |
| Due to certain sudden circumstances we are socially estranged, |
| ('stranged, 'stranged, 'stranged…) |
| Yeah, |
| I’m in tip-top shape called me fitness instructor T, |
| Super-mad-genetics in my genes, dungarees, |
| I can see these niggas through my gross and cutler piece |
| Its lonly at the top but u, can’t fuckin beat the luxury, |
| Standing at a hundred feet, this is the Disc-Overy, |
| Tinie is the name, disturbing London is the company, |
| This is the Disc-Overy, everything infront of me, |
| I ain’t even worried about anything, thats under me, |
| Standing at a hundred feet, this is the Disc-Overy, |
| Tinie is the name, disturbing London is the company, |
| This is the Disc-Overy, the point of no recovery, |
| I don’t give a fuck, I’m going in cover me! |
| What you see is not a time, |
| The sky will light before you, |
| You’ll be lost and found again, |
| This is only good for you, |
| Don’t try to understand, the colours in my hand |
| Just close your eyes and I will guide you, |
| Be still. |