| Because I’ve had enough of all this controversy
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| I’ve been affected and I can’t lie
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| That shit quite frankly bothers me
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| She said she said you’re the man
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| I’m on together and I’m having doubts
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| We won’t hurt you or all your plans
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| Paraphernalia and contraband
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| I wasn’t 'llowed to I was proud to come
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| To terms with germs and fuck’ries in my life
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| All I’m sayin' is that’s not me, it could be you for all eternity
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| Chronic sunshines forever
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| You know that it don’t really go
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| I’m getting spat out of Peckham
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| While you’re cycling home
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| It’s an ongoing circle
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| No sights to behold (sights to behold)
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| Vicious repetitions
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| While still cycling home
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| She said, she said you’re a star, Cosmo
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| But you’re a star and we’re all star stuff
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| That rebounds but first he out comes weak
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| Before you know you’ll forgot what to speak
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| I just forgot what I was thinking
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| All these blues have got me sinking
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| I dropped it on the floor because of your missed call
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| The one you sent to me
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| I wasn’t 'llowed to I was proud to come
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| To terms with germs and fuck’ries in my life
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| All I’m sayin' is that’s not me, it could be you for all eternity
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| Chronic sunshines forever
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| You know that it don’t really go
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| I’m getting spat out of Peckham
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| While you’re cycling home
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| It’s an ongoing circle
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| No sights to behold (sights to behold)
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| Vicious repetitions
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| But I’m still cycling home
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| In the stable when I touch iron horses
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| A trainyard’s quiet when you’re using higher forces
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| Like gravity I’m running faster than everyone
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| If I get caught, big money, I’m gone be spending son
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| Eight cans of bitter the plot thickens
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| Put my rucksack in the front to get the paint quicker
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| It’s all about efficiency
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| Picture me skinny jeans running round, where’s your Dickies been, man
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| I have powers to catch you straight away
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| Bun a big fat zoot man I fuck the pain away
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| Drug I hate mugs and getting bake
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| Let me set it straight a real writer, let’s just say he gets his pay
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| This ain’t a rap for a girl or whatever
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| It’s a rap wrapped up for my guilty pleasures
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| To fuck the leisure
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| Before he left the marks on my sweater
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| But I leave him with this
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| Chronic sunshines forever
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| While you’re cycling home
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| It’s an ongoing circle
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| No sights to behold (sights to behold)
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| Vicious repetition
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| You’re still cycling home
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| I’m still cycling home |