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Hello everybody |
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I'm sway, welcome to my world |
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I'm coming to you from the same place as the spice girls |
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But I don't flippin sit around sippin tea |
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I rap more than santa claus on christmas eve |
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And when I show up the crowd stares in disbelief |
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As the host drops the mic and he kisses his teeth |
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I'm the reason so many millionaires are cryin |
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Cause the |
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MDs are screamin down the phones "why the hell havent we signed him?!" |
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Some of these rappers need reminding, they ain't after my rythm mate, cause even in australia |
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I'm flying |
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But keep trying, you only live once |
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So if you ain't living it up you ain't living, you're dying. [Chorus:] |
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Sick world that's all up in my mind |
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I don't know what is wrong |
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I don't know what is riight |
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This world, that's going on inside |
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Don't know who to kick out |
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Or who I should invite |
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Oooh nooo "Hey mate, Sway, what are you gonna do mate? you gonna put it on the barby? or put it in the barby?... barby, barby, barby,.. barby brown" |
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One day I wanna be bigger than peter andre |
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Or bigger than the pair of lips kissing on beyonce |
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Bigger than the willies shown in any given sunday |
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Selling units in amsterdam, sweden and francais. |
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The other day me and my enemy was beefin |
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So I hit him in the face with a baseball bat and he was bleedin |
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Somebody asked why |
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I did it, |
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I said I didn't, |
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I was swinging it, and you know bats they didn't see him. |
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Got into america like slick rick and floetry |
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To show everybody my big bollocks and british poetry |
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But if I flop |
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I'll just come back in disguise |
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And tie a british flag over my face so no-one knows it's me [Chorus:] |
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Sick world that's all up in my mind |
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I don't know what is wrong |
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I don't know what is riight |
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This world, that's going on inside |
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Don't know who to kick out |
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Or who I should invite |
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Oooh nooo |
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Ever since |
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I was born |
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I been torn |
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Between two worlds my imagination and normal |
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Got bored of watching horror films and porn |
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Thus my mind conjured up thoughts abnormal |
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Trapped in a world |
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I made that ain't mine |
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And you can't see it all in a day it takes time |
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Come visit my living room of lyrics and you'll find |
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There's a picture of my future in my frame of mind |
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See me? I got to much |
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CDs, and watch too much |
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TV One day my teacher asked me what |
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I wanna be |
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At parents evening and |
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I replied "I want to be a tree" |
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He laughed, but then my mum started cussin me in twi |
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Those were the days the ladies never wanted me |
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Like "ugh like dereks like as ugly as can be" |
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Cause my tooth wasn't exactly straight |
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No wat I mean gov like me and the dentist wasn't exactly mates |
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So for about a year |
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I had to wear a flippin brace |
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Feel like a bum for 350 days |
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Then I took of my braces, got big in places |
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Now if a chick don't like me she's racist [Chorus:] |
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Sick world that's all up in my mind |
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I don't know what is wrong |
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I don't know what is riight |
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This world, that's going on inside |
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Don't know who to kick out |
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Or who I should invite |
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Oooh nooo |