Alicia Quays

Mother talks to you 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'm slaving far away And why is it always on the weekend, there's no one ever about to shout Are people working too hard, or drinking too hard? As a matter of fact, I'm never quite sure A blaze it down & pull yourself up Pull yourself right to the hook a shook man, crooks Never go no where with me cos I'm all on my own no pity Spit like guilty man's in the sermon moving around of this place like you never did learn 'em I shake myself down And rattle myself out And put myself on the line to dry And why is it New Years Eve is always shit? Don't ya' know what I mean man, deal with it It's always just the way we're rolling Your girl's that fucked off a Smirnoff Ice I think once, twice or thrice Never made no difference to me A skinny little white runt with head lice Never been better than money never been aw at least starting to see I've always been around this town Since the first day I was born And I've been losing frequencies and losing sound and losing everything and I squandered it all and I've been hit up I've been around I've been in the dance halls since the first day in town And now I been beating, cheating, falling to the floor when kids are kicking I've been a bleeding, I've been a losing Where are you man I thought what I'm choosing And if you ain't better A lala listen up to test as I start man impress ya And if you ain't losing Then you ain't grooving..... I'll still be down here on the low quays, send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me I been over and I been over, you've been down and you've been down Now I've been ah but I'm moving All around town all around and around I've been grooving I've been losing I've been all around choosing And now I'm back for the challenge Who wants a challenge that I want no more Now I'm on my train Life in the fast lane,never gave me no game And then the man says "wakey wakey", it's morning time on the Northern Line I'm alright bowling straight up to Camden All the way from your Farringdon I'm gonna make sure I'm a bit tired and I realise that inciting a riot to One stone throw An' too much dough And all my mans are sniffing up too much blow And I'm-a thinking, "aw I'll never" I'll sever it up before I think about forever and I Chat it back to the people I used to know Kick it back cos I'm rolling it solo A-why not, what's to the beef? And no-one really knows me so no-one is a chief I chat it back like you've never been a thief I'm a thriller Licence to ill, double-seven I'm a killer Killer killer A what you kill-a? Never know me, ha It's all that chat back and too much of that never rack(?) I kick it back like a bitch slap right to myself in the mirror Kick it back thinner Maybe my shirt don't fit no more A hardcore man think he can fight up the law Shackled to the tenants Now he never work no more on the floor Dedication to why all Now I see back to the further Now it comes back looser than ever Some kids they think them get better Think they're trend setters but they never pacemakers and What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes? A-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 so much, what am I, what am I, what am I, what am I, makes no sense no mo-o-o-ore Uh uh uh uh 'S like a march in here From the left to the right, stop your feet Uh uh uh uh It's like a march in here People stomp your feet (x3) Some kids they're chilling on corners Out of order, I think they'd all be better Tie their laces, rat races, hit the pagers Write your own books & write your own spell checkers I'm on a better man, chilling in my own room Assume to accumulate, shake to sedate Drink it down much quicker A glug-glug-glug on my liquor and I feel much better Talk to me about violence Never know me, I sit further in silence And when I drink it down I drink it up It fills my body and I feel fresher I tick up the tester Regulator I'm a two man, shooting, looting Now I'm presuming That everyone a-knowing me Ah the dedication, man they into J-T an' I Roll it down roll it down Who wants to hit yourselves up? Who's got the uppers? A-give 'em here, man I'm done Ha Click your fingers Can you smell that, it lingers? She's a fat bitch but I'd still give her........one I'm a cheeky, son Where they from? Ha - they're from ya old London Chasin' Ah-la-da-da-da-da ah That's me finished... See you later Ciao Bella