Odyssey

(专辑： Don't Do What We Did - 2015)

You caught me at my wickedest, heard I'm kinda sick at this
Ya girl needs a cage while she's staying round knickerless
Said it then I'm living it, never been a visualist
Unless you grab my Sprite and pinch a little bit of dizz in it
Then everything kosh' everything cushty
Balance rude boy don't every try push me
See the coward it's embarrassing you're sweeter than tamarind
Came in like Goldberg and left like Whoopi
Be yourself it ain't a crime accept the inevitable
You can pump weight but you destiny's defined
From early, way back, Water Palace Purley
'Cause when it's all done you're only left with what you find
Hope you found it, came through like a man mountain
Cabman tried bump me take me round the houses
Bruv I know this manor better than you know your wife
So when I do this runner only chase me if you're fucking 'bout it

In this outfit, that I'm wearing
Not caring, got the music blaring
Tell me 'bout me, Imma show ya 'bout you
Tell me 'bout me, Imma show ya 'bout you
Stop counting, why you staring
Fuck caring, Imma get the beers in
If it's going free brotha' Imma grab two
If it's going free then I gotta grab two

Life is a laugh, don't count learn fast
Half turn a legend turn a blast from the past
Lover from another new name every Saturday
Bright lights inner city broad street matinee
Jonny on the jack again winking at a western
Regret it in the morning? Yer, that's without a question
Flash in your section west are where the power at
South where the river lies chilling in your shower rack
Scott got the tins in copped a couple cold ones
One night can make a new tune like an old one
Bring back the soul search smoke 'til your throat hurts
Go back to work acting like you don't know her
Monday morning mash gotta get your cash
Shoppin for another little friday on the lash
Tashing off with Tash or your kicking off with Bill
I know exactly how you feel, how you feel

In this outfit, that I'm wearing
Not caring, got the music blaring
Tell me 'bout me, Imma show ya 'bout you
Tell me 'bout me, Imma show ya 'bout you
Stop counting, why you staring
Fuck caring, Imma get the beers in
If it's going free brotha' Imma grab two
If it's going free then I gotta grab two

Lagging off the rum cream, loyalty is one thing
Then there's being [?], I only fuck with one team
Left winged by ethnicity mind of a tyrant
Fascist when I'm angry Mussolini when I'm violent
Direct no banter, only when it's needed
Noone likes a moody wanker I'm happy with my penis
Geezers need to stand up the fake will be defeated
Even if we're outnumbered we'll win through the allegiance
Cow foot is what I'm eating yam and dumpling 'pon the side
Jammer with my roots [?] southside
Chillin in the borough is fucking with my outlook
Said I'm eating cow foot I really wanted Morley's
Moaning 'cause I'm hanging, nan says she's poorly
Perspective's everything so respect it like your corey
Hate me then ignore me A day will soon come
That you wish you'd begged it with me just to sell the fucking story

In this outfit, that I'm wearing
Not caring, got the music blaring
Tell me 'bout me, Imma show ya 'bout you
Tell me 'bout me, Imma show ya 'bout you
Stop counting, why you staring
Fuck caring, Imma get the beers in
If it's going free brotha' Imma grab two
If it's going free then I gotta grab two

Tell me 'bout me, Imma tell ya 'bout you, you, you
Tell a tale 'bout me bruv
Alright calm, mad calm, yer
Right let's have a breather
We've hit that stage of proceedings the breakdown bit
Break it down for 'em
We're gonna give you three solo tracks now
Three geezers
Three minds
Three hearts
Eight pound for the album
I didn't even want to show this side of me to be honest but nah
Fucking melt
It's only right, it's only right
Soppy you are bruv
Shut up
Right, why am I talking all low and all quiet and dat, oi come on
Barry white tone
Nah fuck it it's actually that time
I ain't a melt though so don't get it twisted
He is
Let me, oi, let me just go in to these bits I'm feelin all emotianal bruv
Listen put on the tracks now bruv
Come on before Jon starts crying for fuck's sake