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Lord, Lord! |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Big boy burnin' |
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New day learnin', |
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You smashin' them brain cells, |
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Suckin' them same centre. |
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Where did I put mah |
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Soots in mah brain? |
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My tail came and stuck a |
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Foot in mah brain! |
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Can't take the pressure, |
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Berks on mah break are like: |
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Yowsa gesundheit, |
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Eurotrashin' it! |
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Smashin' up the ballroom |
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Pissin' on the court room. |
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Witch-doctor with the herbal remedy; |
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Cryptic a simile, |
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More cheese more sleaze; |
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Deep blue gonad |
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One hell of a squeeze! |
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So what's that when |
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Tottenham's on a map when |
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Crews may flap about |
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Talkin' bout their yapper out? |
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They don't know 'bout |
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The bout that's about ta |
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Tap that vernacular |
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Venemous lushness! |
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We say disgusted, |
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Nothing to discuss |
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With a barrel of puke and |
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Alcohol vapour. |
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Cakes are mah caper, |
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Barry at the baker, |
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Two fizz fatty and a cold coal bread. |
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I'm wicked in mah head |
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I paint mah skull red, |
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Well well in mah walk when |
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Flickin' mah stub when: |
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Lord, Lord! |
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I know I've done a heap of wrong. |
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Lord, Lord! |
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I'm findin' it hard to be strong. |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Will you help me keep on goin' on? |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Help me remember where I'm from! |
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Mucho volume; |
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Bloody loud now, big |
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Pride in the flakes |
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'Cause we proud now. |
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Makin' a proud noise |
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'Tis my joy, Ship Ahoy! |
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The captain attracting the bling, that's; |
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Bling from the soul and |
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Bling from the heart, |
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So smart in a souped-up gold car |
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All over the track. |
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Cognac yackin' a jaw, |
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Back on the floor, |
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Back on the door; them |
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Whores is whores, them |
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Lords is lords: and I |
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Pay mah dues, pay mah tax. |
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How can I relax? |
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Credit card is to the max! |
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'Cause I must get money to feed mah scene. |
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Just with joss, just |
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We just proceed; |
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You're a private dancer, |
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Skankin' for money! |
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Ever skankin', thankful for money: |
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"Don't you call me, |
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You know my story!" |
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Lord, Lord! |
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I know I've done a heap of wrong. |
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Lord, Lord! |
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I'm findin' it hard to be strong. |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Will you help me keep on goin' on? |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Help me remember where I'm from! |
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Split-flame pepper grain |
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Burnin' up your belly. |
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Ice cream jelly wrap; party-hearty! |
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Too damn cute yah, too damn 'fro! |
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Take you down lower than low |
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To let you know. |
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Those in the know don't |
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Need to know; |
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They lead the flow, |
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And flow more flexible, |
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Sex-able, hide the salami; |
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Cool crystal calm re- |
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Member the smarmy |
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Pullin' by the minute but I |
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Keep it minimal; |
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Mah soul, mah mind, mah spirit is full. |
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No bull, I pull off the least expected |
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Moves; mah network, I'll be on the deck |
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With mah beady eye: |
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Cyber-Pimpernel. |
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That's the whole world from |
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Saint Arqueles; as you can tell, |
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Nothin' aint changed for me. |
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It's the same old me |
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With more responsibilities! |
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Lord, Lord! |
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I know I've done a heap of wrong. |
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Lord, Lord! |
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I'm findin' it hard to be strong. |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Will you help me keep on goin' on? |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Help me remember where I'm from! |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Lord, Lord! |
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Lord, Lord! |
