Alicia Quays Lyrics
| Song | Alicia Quays |
| Artist | Jamie T |
| Album | Panic Prevention |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : T | |
| Mother talks to u like nothing is better than you going out on a Tuesday | |
| Well I'm not sure what to do but man I swear man I slay from far away | |
| Why is it that always on the weekend no one's ever around to shout | |
| Oh people working too hard or drinking too hard the mattor of the fact I'm | |
| Never quite sure | |
| And they blaze it down to pull themselves up pull yourself rite the hook | |
| Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me 'cause I'm all on my own no pity | |
| Spit like guilty men in the sermon-grooving round this place like you never did | |
| Learn them I shake myself down I rattle myself out and put myself on the line | |
| To dry | |
| And why is it new years eve is always shit don't you know what I mean man, deal with it | |
| Its always the way its rolling and your girls like fucked off a Smirnoff ice | |
| I think once twice or thrice never made no difference to me I'm | |
| A skinny little white runt with the head lice never been better than money | |
| Never been heartedly starting this city but | |
| I've always been around this town | |
| Since the first day I was born and I've been losing frequency and losing | |
| Sound and losing everything and I squander it all and | |
| I been up I been | |
| Around been in the dancehall since the first day in town and I still been | |
| Beating cheating falling to the floor when the kids are kicking | |
| I've been bleeding I've been losing well are you man born for the choosing | |
| And if you ain't better you better listen to the test as I start to impress ya | |
| And if you ain't losing then you ain't grooving | |
| I'll still be down here on a low-key send you girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me | |
| I been over I been over you've been down you've been down | |
| And now I've been all man moving all around the town all around and around | |
| I've been moving been grooving been all around choosing | |
| Now I'm back for the challenge who wants a challenge well I want it more | |
| Now I'm on my train life in the fast lane never gave me no gain | |
| And the man says wakey wakey it's morning time on the northern line | |
| I'll all like bowling straight up to Camden all the way from your Farringdon | |
| Wanna make sure I'm a little | |
| Tired I no realise that inciting a riot can be one stones throw and to | |
| Much dough | |
| That's why all the young men sniff too much blow | |
| I be thinking oh why never I sever it up before I think about forever ands | |
| I chat it back to the people | |
| I used to know kick it back and rolling in solo | |
| And why not what's to the beef no one really knows me so no one is a chief | |
| Chat it back like you never been a thief I'm a thriller licence to ill double 7 | |
| Upper killer never no me | |
| It's all the chat back to much of that never rack kick it back like a bitch | |
| Slap rite to my face in the mirror I kick it back thinner maybe my shirt | |
| Don't fit no more a hardcore man think he can fight up the law a shackle to | |
| The tenance and now it never work no more on a flow dedication to wario | |
| And now its me back to the further then it comes back looser than ever some | |
| Kids they think they get better they think their trendsetters but there | |
| Never pace makers | |
| What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes | |
| What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes | |
| What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes | |
| I say it so much what am I what am I what am I what am I | |
| Makes no sense no more | |
| It's like a march in here | |
| From the left to the right hey stomp there feet | |
| It's like a march in here | |
| From the left to the right hey stomp there feet | |
| It's like a march in here | |
| From the left to the right hey stomp there feet | |
| It's like a march in here | |
| From the left to the right hey stomp there feet | |
| Some kids they're chilling on corners out of order think them all better tie | |
| Your laces rat races hit the pages | |
| write your own books and write your own spell checker I'm a better man | |
| Chillin in my own room | |
| Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate I drink down much quicker a glug glug glug | |
| On my liquor till I feel much better | |
| so talk to me about violence never no | |
| Me I'll sit further in silence | |
| When I drink it down I drink it up it feels my body and I feel fresher | |
| Tick up the tester regulator he's a two man shooting looting now I'm presumin | |
| Everyone be knowing dedication my name to JT | |
| Roll it down roll it down who wants to hoit themselves who's got the uppers | |
| Get them in then I'm done | |
| Click ya fingers can u smell that it lingers she a fat bitch but I still | |
| Give her one | |
| I'm a cheeky son where you from man were from the old London |
| zuo qu : T | |
| Mother talks to u like nothing is better than you going out on a Tuesday | |
| Well I' m not sure what to do but man I swear man I slay from far away | |
| Why is it that always on the weekend no one' s ever around to shout | |
| Oh people working too hard or drinking too hard the mattor of the fact I' m | |
| Never quite sure | |
| And they blaze it down to pull themselves up pull yourself rite the hook | |
| Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me ' cause I' m all on my own no pity | |
| Spit like guilty men in the sermongrooving round this place like you never did | |
| Learn them I shake myself down I rattle myself out and put myself on the line | |
| To dry | |
| And why is it new years eve is always shit don' t you know what I mean man, deal with it | |
| Its always the way its rolling and your girls like fucked off a Smirnoff ice | |
| I think once twice or thrice never made no difference to me I' m | |
| A skinny little white runt with the head lice never been better than money | |
| Never been heartedly starting this city but | |
| I' ve always been around this town | |
| Since the first day I was born and I' ve been losing frequency and losing | |
| Sound and losing everything and I squander it all and | |
| I been up I been | |
| Around been in the dancehall since the first day in town and I still been | |
| Beating cheating falling to the floor when the kids are kicking | |
| I' ve been bleeding I' ve been losing well are you man born for the choosing | |
| And if you ain' t better you better listen to the test as I start to impress ya | |
| And if you ain' t losing then you ain' t grooving | |
| I' ll still be down here on a lowkey send you girl over and she' ll blatantly chat to me | |
| I been over I been over you' ve been down you' ve been down | |
| And now I' ve been all man moving all around the town all around and around | |
| I' ve been moving been grooving been all around choosing | |
| Now I' m back for the challenge who wants a challenge well I want it more | |
| Now I' m on my train life in the fast lane never gave me no gain | |
| And the man says wakey wakey it' s morning time on the northern line | |
| I' ll all like bowling straight up to Camden all the way from your Farringdon | |
| Wanna make sure I' m a little | |
| Tired I no realise that inciting a riot can be one stones throw and to | |
| Much dough | |
| That' s why all the young men sniff too much blow | |
| I be thinking oh why never I sever it up before I think about forever ands | |
| I chat it back to the people | |
| I used to know kick it back and rolling in solo | |
| And why not what' s to the beef no one really knows me so no one is a chief | |
| Chat it back like you never been a thief I' m a thriller licence to ill double 7 | |
| Upper killer never no me | |
| It' s all the chat back to much of that never rack kick it back like a bitch | |
| Slap rite to my face in the mirror I kick it back thinner maybe my shirt | |
| Don' t fit no more a hardcore man think he can fight up the law a shackle to | |
| The tenance and now it never work no more on a flow dedication to wario | |
| And now its me back to the further then it comes back looser than ever some | |
| Kids they think they get better they think their trendsetters but there | |
| Never pace makers | |
| What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes | |
| What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes | |
| What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes | |
| I say it so much what am I what am I what am I what am I | |
| Makes no sense no more | |
| It' s like a march in here | |
| From the left to the right hey stomp there feet | |
| It' s like a march in here | |
| From the left to the right hey stomp there feet | |
| It' s like a march in here | |
| From the left to the right hey stomp there feet | |
| It' s like a march in here | |
| From the left to the right hey stomp there feet | |
| Some kids they' re chilling on corners out of order think them all better tie | |
| Your laces rat races hit the pages | |
| write your own books and write your own spell checker I' m a better man | |
| Chillin in my own room | |
| Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate I drink down much quicker a glug glug glug | |
| On my liquor till I feel much better | |
| so talk to me about violence never no | |
| Me I' ll sit further in silence | |
| When I drink it down I drink it up it feels my body and I feel fresher | |
| Tick up the tester regulator he' s a two man shooting looting now I' m presumin | |
| Everyone be knowing dedication my name to JT | |
| Roll it down roll it down who wants to hoit themselves who' s got the uppers | |
| Get them in then I' m done | |
| Click ya fingers can u smell that it lingers she a fat bitch but I still | |
| Give her one | |
| I' m a cheeky son where you from man were from the old London |
| zuò qǔ : T | |
| Mother talks to u like nothing is better than you going out on a Tuesday | |
| Well I' m not sure what to do but man I swear man I slay from far away | |
| Why is it that always on the weekend no one' s ever around to shout | |
| Oh people working too hard or drinking too hard the mattor of the fact I' m | |
| Never quite sure | |
| And they blaze it down to pull themselves up pull yourself rite the hook | |
| Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me ' cause I' m all on my own no pity | |
| Spit like guilty men in the sermongrooving round this place like you never did | |
| Learn them I shake myself down I rattle myself out and put myself on the line | |
| To dry | |
| And why is it new years eve is always shit don' t you know what I mean man, deal with it | |
| Its always the way its rolling and your girls like fucked off a Smirnoff ice | |
| I think once twice or thrice never made no difference to me I' m | |
| A skinny little white runt with the head lice never been better than money | |
| Never been heartedly starting this city but | |
| I' ve always been around this town | |
| Since the first day I was born and I' ve been losing frequency and losing | |
| Sound and losing everything and I squander it all and | |
| I been up I been | |
| Around been in the dancehall since the first day in town and I still been | |
| Beating cheating falling to the floor when the kids are kicking | |
| I' ve been bleeding I' ve been losing well are you man born for the choosing | |
| And if you ain' t better you better listen to the test as I start to impress ya | |
| And if you ain' t losing then you ain' t grooving | |
| I' ll still be down here on a lowkey send you girl over and she' ll blatantly chat to me | |
| I been over I been over you' ve been down you' ve been down | |
| And now I' ve been all man moving all around the town all around and around | |
| I' ve been moving been grooving been all around choosing | |
| Now I' m back for the challenge who wants a challenge well I want it more | |
| Now I' m on my train life in the fast lane never gave me no gain | |
| And the man says wakey wakey it' s morning time on the northern line | |
| I' ll all like bowling straight up to Camden all the way from your Farringdon | |
| Wanna make sure I' m a little | |
| Tired I no realise that inciting a riot can be one stones throw and to | |
| Much dough | |
| That' s why all the young men sniff too much blow | |
| I be thinking oh why never I sever it up before I think about forever ands | |
| I chat it back to the people | |
| I used to know kick it back and rolling in solo | |
| And why not what' s to the beef no one really knows me so no one is a chief | |
| Chat it back like you never been a thief I' m a thriller licence to ill double 7 | |
| Upper killer never no me | |
| It' s all the chat back to much of that never rack kick it back like a bitch | |
| Slap rite to my face in the mirror I kick it back thinner maybe my shirt | |
| Don' t fit no more a hardcore man think he can fight up the law a shackle to | |
| The tenance and now it never work no more on a flow dedication to wario | |
| And now its me back to the further then it comes back looser than ever some | |
| Kids they think they get better they think their trendsetters but there | |
| Never pace makers | |
| What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes | |
| What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes | |
| What am I what am I what am I in my own dear eyes | |
| I say it so much what am I what am I what am I what am I | |
| Makes no sense no more | |
| It' s like a march in here | |
| From the left to the right hey stomp there feet | |
| It' s like a march in here | |
| From the left to the right hey stomp there feet | |
| It' s like a march in here | |
| From the left to the right hey stomp there feet | |
| It' s like a march in here | |
| From the left to the right hey stomp there feet | |
| Some kids they' re chilling on corners out of order think them all better tie | |
| Your laces rat races hit the pages | |
| write your own books and write your own spell checker I' m a better man | |
| Chillin in my own room | |
| Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate I drink down much quicker a glug glug glug | |
| On my liquor till I feel much better | |
| so talk to me about violence never no | |
| Me I' ll sit further in silence | |
| When I drink it down I drink it up it feels my body and I feel fresher | |
| Tick up the tester regulator he' s a two man shooting looting now I' m presumin | |
| Everyone be knowing dedication my name to JT | |
| Roll it down roll it down who wants to hoit themselves who' s got the uppers | |
| Get them in then I' m done | |
| Click ya fingers can u smell that it lingers she a fat bitch but I still | |
| Give her one | |
| I' m a cheeky son where you from man were from the old London |
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