Jamie T – Alicia Quays (Guitar)

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Mother talks to you like nothing

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is better, Than you going out on a Tuesday

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Well I'm not sure what to do, but

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man I swear man I'm slavin' far away, an'a

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Why is it that always on the weekend,

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no-one ever about to shout? Are people

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working too hard, or drinking too hard?

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The matter of fact I'm a-never quite sure.

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A-blaze it down an' pull yourself up

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An' pull yourself right to the hook, a-shook man

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crooks, Never go nowhere with me

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cos I'm all on my own, no pity, Spit like

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guilty mans in the sermon, Groovin'

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around of this place, like you never did learn 'em

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I shake myself down, I rattle myself

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out, And put myself on the line to dry

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And why is it New Years Eve is always

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shit? Don't ya know what I mean man, deal with it

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It's always just the way we're rollin'

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Your girl's that fucked off a Smirnoff Ice

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I think once, twice or thrice, Never

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makes no difference to me, A skinny little white runt

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with the head lice, Never been better than

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money, Never been art, at least started this city

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I've always been around this town. Since the

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first day I was born, An' I've been

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losin' frequencies and losin' sound

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And losin' everything, and I squander it all an'

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I've been hit up, I've been around

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I've been in the dancehall since the first day in town

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An' I've still been beatin', cheatin',

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fallin' to the floor when kids are kicking.

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I've been a-bleedin', I've been a-losin'

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Well, are you man a-born for the choosin'

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And if you ain't better

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A la-la listen at the test, as I start man, impress ya

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And if you ain't losin'

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Well, then you ain't groovin'

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I'll still be down here, on a low-key

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Send your girl over and she'll blatently chat to me

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I've been over, I've been over

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You've been down, an' you been da-ha

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-own. And now I've been up but I'm movin'

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All around the town, all around an' around

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I've been a-groovin' I've been losin'

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Been-a all alright choosin'

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And now I'm back for the challenge

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Who wants a challenge? and I want ya more

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Now I'm on my train

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Life in the fast lane never gave me no game

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An' then the man says "wakey-wakey

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it's mornin' time on Northern L-ine"

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I'm all like bowlin' straight up to

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Camden, All the way from your Faringdon

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I'm gonna make sure I'm bit tired

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I now realise that inticing the right to

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One stone's throw an' too much dough, And all my

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mans are sniffin' up too much blow

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An' I'ma thinkin' "Oh I'd never"

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I'll sever it up, before I think about forever an'

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I chat it back to the people I used to know

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Kick it back cos I'm rollin' it solo-o

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A-why not, what's to the beef? An'

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no-one really knows me, so no-one is a chief, uh

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I chat it back like you never been a thief, I'm a

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thriller, Licence to ill, double-seven I'm a

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killer, Killer, killer, Oh what you

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killer? Never no me, ha. It's all that

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chat back, an' too much of that never rack

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I kick it back like a bitch-slap, right to my-

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self, in the mirror, I kick-it back

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thinner, Maybe my shirt don't fit no

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more. A hardcore man, think he can

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fight up the law, A-shackled to the tenants

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An' now he never work no more, on the

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flow. Dedication to Wario

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And now I see back to the further

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Now it comes back looser than ever

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And some kids they think an' get better

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They think they're trend setters, but they're never pacemakers

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What am I? What am I?

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What am I in my own dear eyes?

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A-what am I? What am I?

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What am I in my own dear eyes?

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What am I? What am I?

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What am I in my own dear eyes?

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I say it so much, what am I? what am I?

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what am I? what am I? makes no sense no

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mo-o-o-ore,

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woah, woah, woah, uh-oh

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woah, woah, woah, woah

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woah, woah, woah, what am I?

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woah, woah, woah, da-da-dum

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woah, woah, woah, What am I?

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woah, woah, woah, woah

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Wee-de-de-de-de-de-dum-a dum-dum-day

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... ... Uh, uh,

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uh, uh, It's like a march in here

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Uh, uh, uh, ..

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From the left to the right, uh stomp your feet

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Uh, uh, uh, uh

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It's like a march in here

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Uh-uh, uh-uh, A-people stomp your feet

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... ... ... ...  uh,

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woah, It's like a march in here,

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... ... ... ...

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A-people stomp them feet

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... woo, uh, yeah,

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... ...  hahaha, woah

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It's like a march in here

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A-people stomp your feet

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Some kids them chillin' on corners

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Out of order, I think them all be better

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Tie your laces, rat races, hit the pages

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Write yer own books, an' write yer own spell-checker

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I'm on a better man, chillin' in my own room

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Assume to accum-ulate to shake to sedate

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Drink it down much quicker, A glug-glug-

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glug on my liquor, an' I feel much better

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Talk to me about violence

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Never no me, I sit further in silence

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An' when I drink it down, I drink it up

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It fills my body an' I feel fresher

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I tick up the tester, regulator. I'm a

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two-man, shootin', lootin', now I'm pre-

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suming. That everyone a-knowin' me. Ah,

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the dedication, my name a J-T an' I

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Roll it down, roll it down

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Who wants to hit yourselves up?

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Who got the up-pers?

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Ah, give 'em 'ere man, I'm done

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Ha, ... click your fingers

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Uh, can you smell that, it lingers?

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... ... ...              She's a

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fat bitch, but I'd still give her

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one

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... ...         I'm a cheeky

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son. ... Where they from?

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Haha. Yer from yer old London

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... ... ...           Hectic

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Ahhhh da-da-da-da. That's me

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finished. See you later

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Ciao Bella!