Jamie T - Alicia Quays Lyrics
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 slay from far away
No one ever about to shout
Oh, people working too hard or drinking too hard
The matter of the fact, I'm never quite sure
And blaze it down and pull yourselves up
And pull yourself right the hook
Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me
'Cause I'm all on my own, no pity
Spit like guilty mens in the sermon
I shake myself down, I rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry
And why is it New Year's Eve is always shit
Don't you know what I mean man, deal with it
It's always just the way we rolling
Your girl's like fucked off a Smirnoff Ice
I think once, twice or thrice never makes no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with the head lice
Never been better than money
Never been heartedly starting this city
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 squander it all and
I been up, I been around
I been in the dancehall since the first day in town
And I still been beating, cheating
Falling to the floor when kids are kicking
I've been bleeding, I've been losing
Well are you man born for the choosing
And if you ain't better
Then listen to the test as I start and impress ya
And if you ain't losing
Then you ain't grooving
I'll still be down here on a low-key
Send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me
I been over, I been over
You've been down and you've been down
And now I've been off but I'm moving
All around the town, all around and around
I've been moving, been losing
Been all around choosing
And now I'm back for the challenge
Who wants a challenge? Well, I want it more
Now I'm on my train
Life in the fast lane never gave me no gain
And the man says wakey, wakey
It's morning time on the northern line
I'm all out bowling straight up to Camden
All the way from your Farringdon
I wanna make sure, I been tired
I'm now realize that inciting a riot
To one stones throw and too much dough
And all my mans been sniffing on too much blow
And I'mma thinking, oh why never
I sever it up before I think about forever and
I chat it back to the people I used to know
Kick it back 'cause I'm rolling it solo
And why not? What's to the beef?
And no one really knows me so no one is a chief, uh
I chat it back like you never been a thief
I'm a thriller, licence to ill double 7
Upper killer, killer, killer
Wait a killer never know me, huh
It's all the chat back, but too much of that never rack
I kick it back like a bitch slap right to myself
In the mirror, I kick it back thinner
Maybe my shirt don't fit no more
A hardcore man think he can fight up the law
A shackle to the tenance
And now it never work no more
On a flow dedication to wario
And now its me back to the further
Now it comes back looser than ever
Some kids they think them get better
They think their trendsetters but they never pacemakers
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?
What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
I say it so much. What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?
Makes no sense no more
Woah, woah, woah
Uh oh, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah
Da da da, woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah, woah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, from the left to the right uh, stomp there feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, uh, people stomp your feet
Uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
It's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
Some kids, they're chilling on corners
Out of order, I think them all be better tie your laces
Rat races, hit the pages
Write your own books and write your own spell checker
I'm on a better man, chillin' in my own room
Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate
I drink it down much quicker
A glug glug glug on my liquor and I feel much better
Talk to me about violence
Never no me I'll sit further in silence
When I drink it down, I drink it up
It fills my body and I feel fresher
Tick up the tester regulator
I'm a two man shooting, looting now I'm presumin'
That everyone be knowing me
Dedication my name to JT
Roll it down, roll it down
Who wants to hit yourselves up
Who's got the uppers
Get them in then I'm done, huh
Click ya fingers
Can you smell that it lingers?
She's a fat bitch but I still give her one
I'm a cheeky son
Where you from? Ya from the old London
Hit it, ah da da
See ya later
Ciao bella
Other Lyrics by Artist
- Jamie T - Rawhide
- Jamie T - Joan Of Arc
- Jamie T - Dragon Bones
- Jamie T - Police Tapes
- Jamie T - Tescoland
- Jamie T - Power Over Men
- Jamie T - Drone Strike
- Jamie T - Tinfoil Boy
- Jamie T - They Told Me It Rained
- Jamie T - Murder Of Crows
- Jamie T - Love Is Only A Heartbeat Away
- Jamie T - Peter
- Jamie T - Rabbit Hole
- Jamie T - Trouble
- Jamie T - Mary Lee
- Jamie T - Solomon Eagle
- Jamie T - Robin Hood
- Jamie T - A New England
Rand Lyrics
- Band, The - Hazel
- Band, The - I Don't Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met)
- Band, The - Forever Young
- Band, The - Baby, Let Me Follow You Down (Reprise)
- Band, The - I Shall Be Released (Finale)
- Band, The - Don't Do It
- Band, The - The Last Waltz Suite: The Well
- Band, The - The Last Waltz Suite: Evangeline
- Band, The - The Last Waltz Suite: Out Of The Blue
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Jamie T Alicia Quays Comments
Still a great tune DAMN
Still a great tune DAMN
Still a great tune DAMN
Fucking love him seen him at the Ritz Manchester best gig of my life
Fucking love him seen him at the Ritz Manchester best gig of my life
Fucking love him seen him at the Ritz Manchester best gig of my life
Cheers barry :) haha
Cheers barry :) haha
Cheers barry :) haha
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 slay from far away
And why is it that always on the weekend
No one ever about to shout
Oh, people working too hard or drinking too hard
The matter of the fact, I'm never quite sure
And blaze it down and pull yourselves up
And pull yourself right the hook
Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me
'Cause I'm all on my own, no pity
Spit like guilty mens in the sermon
Grooving around this place like you never did learn them
I shake myself down, I rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry
And why is it New Year's Eve is always shit
Don't you know what I mean man, deal with it
It's always just the way we rolling
Your girl's like fucked off a Smirnoff Ice
I think once, twice or thrice never makes no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with the head lice
Never been better than money
Never been heartedly starting this city
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 squander it all and
I been up, I been around
I been in the dancehall since the first day in town
And I still been beating, cheating
Falling to the floor when kids are kicking
I've been bleeding, I've been losing
Well are you man born for the choosing
And if you ain't better
Then listen to the test as I start and impress ya
And if you ain't losing
Then you ain't grooving
I'll still be down here on a low-key
Send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me
I been over, I been over
You've been down and you've been down
And now I've been off but I'm moving
All around the town, all around and around
I've been moving, been losing
Been all around choosing
And now I'm back for the challenge
Who wants a challenge? Well, I want it more
Now I'm on my train
Life in the fast lane never gave me no gain
And the man says wakey, wakey
It's morning time on the northern line
I'm all out bowling straight up to Camden
All the way from your Farringdon
I wanna make sure, I been tired
I'm now realize that inciting a riot
To one stones throw and too much dough
And all my mans been sniffing on too much blow
And I'mma thinking, oh why never
I sever it up before I think about forever and
I chat it back to the people I used to know
Kick it back 'cause I'm rolling it solo
And why not? What's to the beef?
And no one really knows me so no one is a chief, uh
I chat it back like you never been a thief
I'm a thriller, licence to ill double 7
Upper killer, killer, killer
Wait a killer never know me, huh
It's all the chat back, but too much of that never rack
I kick it back like a bitch slap right to myself
In the mirror, I kick it back thinner
Maybe my shirt don't fit no more
A hardcore man think he can fight up the law
A shackle to the tenance
And now it never work no more
On a flow dedication to wario
And now its me back to the further
Now it comes back looser than ever
Some kids they think them get better
They think their trendsetters but they never pacemakers
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?
What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
I say it so much. What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?
Makes no sense no more
Woah, woah, woah
Uh oh, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah
Da da da, woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah, woah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, from the left to the right uh, stomp there feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, uh, people stomp your feet
Uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
It's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
Some kids, they're chilling on corners
Out of order, I think them all be better tie your laces
Rat races, hit the pages
Write your own books and write your own spell checker
I'm on a better man, chillin' in my own room
Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate
I drink it down much quicker
A glug glug glug on my liquor and I feel much better
Talk to me about violence
Never no me I'll sit further in silence
When I drink it down, I drink it up
It fills my body and I feel fresher
Tick up the tester regulator
I'm a two man shooting, looting now I'm presumin'
That everyone be knowing me
Dedication my name to JT
Roll it down, roll it down
Who wants to hit yourselves up
Who's got the uppers
Get them in then I'm done, huh
Click ya fingers
Can you smell that it lingers?
She's a fat bitch but I still give her one
I'm a cheeky son
Where you from? Ya from the old London
Hit it, ah da da
See ya later
Ciao bella
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 slay from far away
And why is it that always on the weekend
No one ever about to shout
Oh, people working too hard or drinking too hard
The matter of the fact, I'm never quite sure
And blaze it down and pull yourselves up
And pull yourself right the hook
Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me
'Cause I'm all on my own, no pity
Spit like guilty mens in the sermon
Grooving around this place like you never did learn them
I shake myself down, I rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry
And why is it New Year's Eve is always shit
Don't you know what I mean man, deal with it
It's always just the way we rolling
Your girl's like fucked off a Smirnoff Ice
I think once, twice or thrice never makes no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with the head lice
Never been better than money
Never been heartedly starting this city
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 squander it all and
I been up, I been around
I been in the dancehall since the first day in town
And I still been beating, cheating
Falling to the floor when kids are kicking
I've been bleeding, I've been losing
Well are you man born for the choosing
And if you ain't better
Then listen to the test as I start and impress ya
And if you ain't losing
Then you ain't grooving
I'll still be down here on a low-key
Send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me
I been over, I been over
You've been down and you've been down
And now I've been off but I'm moving
All around the town, all around and around
I've been moving, been losing
Been all around choosing
And now I'm back for the challenge
Who wants a challenge? Well, I want it more
Now I'm on my train
Life in the fast lane never gave me no gain
And the man says wakey, wakey
It's morning time on the northern line
I'm all out bowling straight up to Camden
All the way from your Farringdon
I wanna make sure, I been tired
I'm now realize that inciting a riot
To one stones throw and too much dough
And all my mans been sniffing on too much blow
And I'mma thinking, oh why never
I sever it up before I think about forever and
I chat it back to the people I used to know
Kick it back 'cause I'm rolling it solo
And why not? What's to the beef?
And no one really knows me so no one is a chief, uh
I chat it back like you never been a thief
I'm a thriller, licence to ill double 7
Upper killer, killer, killer
Wait a killer never know me, huh
It's all the chat back, but too much of that never rack
I kick it back like a bitch slap right to myself
In the mirror, I kick it back thinner
Maybe my shirt don't fit no more
A hardcore man think he can fight up the law
A shackle to the tenance
And now it never work no more
On a flow dedication to wario
And now its me back to the further
Now it comes back looser than ever
Some kids they think them get better
They think their trendsetters but they never pacemakers
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?
What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
I say it so much. What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?
Makes no sense no more
Woah, woah, woah
Uh oh, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah
Da da da, woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah, woah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, from the left to the right uh, stomp there feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, uh, people stomp your feet
Uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
It's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
Some kids, they're chilling on corners
Out of order, I think them all be better tie your laces
Rat races, hit the pages
Write your own books and write your own spell checker
I'm on a better man, chillin' in my own room
Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate
I drink it down much quicker
A glug glug glug on my liquor and I feel much better
Talk to me about violence
Never no me I'll sit further in silence
When I drink it down, I drink it up
It fills my body and I feel fresher
Tick up the tester regulator
I'm a two man shooting, looting now I'm presumin'
That everyone be knowing me
Dedication my name to JT
Roll it down, roll it down
Who wants to hit yourselves up
Who's got the uppers
Get them in then I'm done, huh
Click ya fingers
Can you smell that it lingers?
She's a fat bitch but I still give her one
I'm a cheeky son
Where you from? Ya from the old London
Hit it, ah da da
See ya later
Ciao bella
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 slay from far away
And why is it that always on the weekend
No one ever about to shout
Oh, people working too hard or drinking too hard
The matter of the fact, I'm never quite sure
And blaze it down and pull yourselves up
And pull yourself right the hook
Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me
'Cause I'm all on my own, no pity
Spit like guilty mens in the sermon
Grooving around this place like you never did learn them
I shake myself down, I rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry
And why is it New Year's Eve is always shit
Don't you know what I mean man, deal with it
It's always just the way we rolling
Your girl's like fucked off a Smirnoff Ice
I think once, twice or thrice never makes no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with the head lice
Never been better than money
Never been heartedly starting this city
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 squander it all and
I been up, I been around
I been in the dancehall since the first day in town
And I still been beating, cheating
Falling to the floor when kids are kicking
I've been bleeding, I've been losing
Well are you man born for the choosing
And if you ain't better
Then listen to the test as I start and impress ya
And if you ain't losing
Then you ain't grooving
I'll still be down here on a low-key
Send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me
I been over, I been over
You've been down and you've been down
And now I've been off but I'm moving
All around the town, all around and around
I've been moving, been losing
Been all around choosing
And now I'm back for the challenge
Who wants a challenge? Well, I want it more
Now I'm on my train
Life in the fast lane never gave me no gain
And the man says wakey, wakey
It's morning time on the northern line
I'm all out bowling straight up to Camden
All the way from your Farringdon
I wanna make sure, I been tired
I'm now realize that inciting a riot
To one stones throw and too much dough
And all my mans been sniffing on too much blow
And I'mma thinking, oh why never
I sever it up before I think about forever and
I chat it back to the people I used to know
Kick it back 'cause I'm rolling it solo
And why not? What's to the beef?
And no one really knows me so no one is a chief, uh
I chat it back like you never been a thief
I'm a thriller, licence to ill double 7
Upper killer, killer, killer
Wait a killer never know me, huh
It's all the chat back, but too much of that never rack
I kick it back like a bitch slap right to myself
In the mirror, I kick it back thinner
Maybe my shirt don't fit no more
A hardcore man think he can fight up the law
A shackle to the tenance
And now it never work no more
On a flow dedication to wario
And now its me back to the further
Now it comes back looser than ever
Some kids they think them get better
They think their trendsetters but they never pacemakers
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?
What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
I say it so much. What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?
Makes no sense no more
Woah, woah, woah
Uh oh, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah
Da da da, woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah, woah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, from the left to the right uh, stomp there feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, uh, people stomp your feet
Uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
It's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
Some kids, they're chilling on corners
Out of order, I think them all be better tie your laces
Rat races, hit the pages
Write your own books and write your own spell checker
I'm on a better man, chillin' in my own room
Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate
I drink it down much quicker
A glug glug glug on my liquor and I feel much better
Talk to me about violence
Never no me I'll sit further in silence
When I drink it down, I drink it up
It fills my body and I feel fresher
Tick up the tester regulator
I'm a two man shooting, looting now I'm presumin'
That everyone be knowing me
Dedication my name to JT
Roll it down, roll it down
Who wants to hit yourselves up
Who's got the uppers
Get them in then I'm done, huh
Click ya fingers
Can you smell that it lingers?
She's a fat bitch but I still give her one
I'm a cheeky son
Where you from? Ya from the old London
Hit it, ah da da
See ya later
Ciao bella
What am I? I'm a nobody 😭
What am I? I'm a nobody 😭
What am I? I'm a nobody 😭
what am I?
what am I?
what am I?
It's like I'm marching here......
It's like I'm marching here......
It's like I'm marching here......
Just a banger. True story
Just a banger. True story
Just a banger. True story
as ugly as he is this song if my life rightnow
as ugly as he is this song if my life rightnow
as ugly as he is this song if my life rightnow
"She's a fat bitch but ill still give her.... one." - Jamie T
"She's a fat bitch but ill still give her.... one." - Jamie T
"She's a fat bitch but ill still give her.... one." - Jamie T
Who's got uppers!?
Who's got uppers!?
Who's got uppers!?
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 slay from far away
And why is it that always on the weekend
No one ever about to shout
Oh, people working too hard or drinking too hard
The matter of the fact, I'm never quite sure
And blaze it down and pull yourselves up
And pull yourself right the hook
Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me
'Cause I'm all on my own, no pity
Spit like guilty mens in the sermon
Grooving around this place like you never did learn them
I shake myself down, I rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry
And why is it New Year's Eve is always shit
Don't you know what I mean man, deal with it
It's always just the way we rolling
Your girl's like fucked off a Smirnoff Ice
I think once, twice or thrice never makes no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with the head lice
Never been better than money
Never been heartedly starting this city
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 squander it all and
I been up, I been around
I been in the dancehall since the first day in town
And I still been beating, cheating
Falling to the floor when kids are kicking
I've been bleeding, I've been losing
Well are you man born for the choosing
And if you ain't better
Then listen to the test as I start and impress ya
And if you ain't losing
Then you ain't grooving
I'll still be down here on a low-key
Send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me
I been over, I been over
You've been down and you've been down
And now I've been off but I'm moving
All around the town, all around and around
I've been moving, been losing
Been all around choosing
And now I'm back for the challenge
Who wants a challenge? Well, I want it more
Now I'm on my train
Life in the fast lane never gave me no gain
And the man says wakey, wakey
It's morning time on the northern line
I'm all out bowling straight up to Camden
All the way from your Farringdon
I wanna make sure, I been tired
I'm now realize that inciting a riot
To one stones throw and too much dough
And all my mans been sniffing on too much blow
And I'mma thinking, oh why never
I sever it up before I think about forever and
I chat it back to the people I used to know
Kick it back 'cause I'm rolling it solo
And why not? What's to the beef?
And no one really knows me so no one is a chief, uh
I chat it back like you never been a thief
I'm a thriller, licence to ill double 7
Upper killer, killer, killer
Wait a killer never know me, huh
It's all the chat back, but too much of that never rack
I kick it back like a bitch slap right to myself
In the mirror, I kick it back thinner
Maybe my shirt don't fit no more
A hardcore man think he can fight up the law
A shackle to the tenance
And now it never work no more
On a flow dedication to wario
And now its me back to the further
Now it comes back looser than ever
Some kids they think them get better
They think their trendsetters but they never pacemakers
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?
What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
I say it so much. What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?
Makes no sense no more
Woah, woah, woah
Uh oh, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah
Da da da, woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah, woah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, from the left to the right uh, stomp there feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, uh, people stomp your feet
Uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
It's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
Some kids, they're chilling on corners
Out of order, I think them all be better tie your laces
Rat races, hit the pages
Write your own books and write your own spell checker
I'm on a better man, chillin' in my own room
Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate
I drink it down much quicker
A glug glug glug on my liquor and I feel much better
Talk to me about violence
Never no me I'll sit further in silence
When I drink it down, I drink it up
It fills my body and I feel fresher
Tick up the tester regulator
I'm a two man shooting, looting now I'm presumin'
That everyone be knowing me
Dedication my name to JT
Roll it down, roll it down
Who wants to hit yourselves up
Who's got the uppers
Get them in then I'm done, huh
Click ya fingers
Can you smell that it lingers?
She's a fat bitch but I still give her one
I'm a cheeky son
Where you from? Ya from the old London
Hit it, ah da da
See ya later
Ciao bella
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 slay from far away
And why is it that always on the weekend
No one ever about to shout
Oh, people working too hard or drinking too hard
The matter of the fact, I'm never quite sure
And blaze it down and pull yourselves up
And pull yourself right the hook
Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me
'Cause I'm all on my own, no pity
Spit like guilty mens in the sermon
Grooving around this place like you never did learn them
I shake myself down, I rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry
And why is it New Year's Eve is always shit
Don't you know what I mean man, deal with it
It's always just the way we rolling
Your girl's like fucked off a Smirnoff Ice
I think once, twice or thrice never makes no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with the head lice
Never been better than money
Never been heartedly starting this city
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 squander it all and
I been up, I been around
I been in the dancehall since the first day in town
And I still been beating, cheating
Falling to the floor when kids are kicking
I've been bleeding, I've been losing
Well are you man born for the choosing
And if you ain't better
Then listen to the test as I start and impress ya
And if you ain't losing
Then you ain't grooving
I'll still be down here on a low-key
Send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me
I been over, I been over
You've been down and you've been down
And now I've been off but I'm moving
All around the town, all around and around
I've been moving, been losing
Been all around choosing
And now I'm back for the challenge
Who wants a challenge? Well, I want it more
Now I'm on my train
Life in the fast lane never gave me no gain
And the man says wakey, wakey
It's morning time on the northern line
I'm all out bowling straight up to Camden
All the way from your Farringdon
I wanna make sure, I been tired
I'm now realize that inciting a riot
To one stones throw and too much dough
And all my mans been sniffing on too much blow
And I'mma thinking, oh why never
I sever it up before I think about forever and
I chat it back to the people I used to know
Kick it back 'cause I'm rolling it solo
And why not? What's to the beef?
And no one really knows me so no one is a chief, uh
I chat it back like you never been a thief
I'm a thriller, licence to ill double 7
Upper killer, killer, killer
Wait a killer never know me, huh
It's all the chat back, but too much of that never rack
I kick it back like a bitch slap right to myself
In the mirror, I kick it back thinner
Maybe my shirt don't fit no more
A hardcore man think he can fight up the law
A shackle to the tenance
And now it never work no more
On a flow dedication to wario
And now its me back to the further
Now it comes back looser than ever
Some kids they think them get better
They think their trendsetters but they never pacemakers
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?
What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
I say it so much. What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?
Makes no sense no more
Woah, woah, woah
Uh oh, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah
Da da da, woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah, woah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, from the left to the right uh, stomp there feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, uh, people stomp your feet
Uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
It's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
Some kids, they're chilling on corners
Out of order, I think them all be better tie your laces
Rat races, hit the pages
Write your own books and write your own spell checker
I'm on a better man, chillin' in my own room
Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate
I drink it down much quicker
A glug glug glug on my liquor and I feel much better
Talk to me about violence
Never no me I'll sit further in silence
When I drink it down, I drink it up
It fills my body and I feel fresher
Tick up the tester regulator
I'm a two man shooting, looting now I'm presumin'
That everyone be knowing me
Dedication my name to JT
Roll it down, roll it down
Who wants to hit yourselves up
Who's got the uppers
Get them in then I'm done, huh
Click ya fingers
Can you smell that it lingers?
She's a fat bitch but I still give her one
I'm a cheeky son
Where you from? Ya from the old London
Hit it, ah da da
See ya later
Ciao bella
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 slay from far away
And why is it that always on the weekend
No one ever about to shout
Oh, people working too hard or drinking too hard
The matter of the fact, I'm never quite sure
And blaze it down and pull yourselves up
And pull yourself right the hook
Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me
'Cause I'm all on my own, no pity
Spit like guilty mens in the sermon
Grooving around this place like you never did learn them
I shake myself down, I rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry
And why is it New Year's Eve is always shit
Don't you know what I mean man, deal with it
It's always just the way we rolling
Your girl's like fucked off a Smirnoff Ice
I think once, twice or thrice never makes no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with the head lice
Never been better than money
Never been heartedly starting this city
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 squander it all and
I been up, I been around
I been in the dancehall since the first day in town
And I still been beating, cheating
Falling to the floor when kids are kicking
I've been bleeding, I've been losing
Well are you man born for the choosing
And if you ain't better
Then listen to the test as I start and impress ya
And if you ain't losing
Then you ain't grooving
I'll still be down here on a low-key
Send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me
I been over, I been over
You've been down and you've been down
And now I've been off but I'm moving
All around the town, all around and around
I've been moving, been losing
Been all around choosing
And now I'm back for the challenge
Who wants a challenge? Well, I want it more
Now I'm on my train
Life in the fast lane never gave me no gain
And the man says wakey, wakey
It's morning time on the northern line
I'm all out bowling straight up to Camden
All the way from your Farringdon
I wanna make sure, I been tired
I'm now realize that inciting a riot
To one stones throw and too much dough
And all my mans been sniffing on too much blow
And I'mma thinking, oh why never
I sever it up before I think about forever and
I chat it back to the people I used to know
Kick it back 'cause I'm rolling it solo
And why not? What's to the beef?
And no one really knows me so no one is a chief, uh
I chat it back like you never been a thief
I'm a thriller, licence to ill double 7
Upper killer, killer, killer
Wait a killer never know me, huh
It's all the chat back, but too much of that never rack
I kick it back like a bitch slap right to myself
In the mirror, I kick it back thinner
Maybe my shirt don't fit no more
A hardcore man think he can fight up the law
A shackle to the tenance
And now it never work no more
On a flow dedication to wario
And now its me back to the further
Now it comes back looser than ever
Some kids they think them get better
They think their trendsetters but they never pacemakers
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?
What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
I say it so much. What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?
Makes no sense no more
Woah, woah, woah
Uh oh, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah
Da da da, woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah, woah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, from the left to the right uh, stomp there feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, uh, people stomp your feet
Uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
It's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
Some kids, they're chilling on corners
Out of order, I think them all be better tie your laces
Rat races, hit the pages
Write your own books and write your own spell checker
I'm on a better man, chillin' in my own room
Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate
I drink it down much quicker
A glug glug glug on my liquor and I feel much better
Talk to me about violence
Never no me I'll sit further in silence
When I drink it down, I drink it up
It fills my body and I feel fresher
Tick up the tester regulator
I'm a two man shooting, looting now I'm presumin'
That everyone be knowing me
Dedication my name to JT
Roll it down, roll it down
Who wants to hit yourselves up
Who's got the uppers
Get them in then I'm done, huh
Click ya fingers
Can you smell that it lingers?
She's a fat bitch but I still give her one
I'm a cheeky son
Where you from? Ya from the old London
Hit it, ah da da
See ya later
Ciao bella
What am I in my own dear eyes
What am I in my own dear eyes
What am I in my own dear eyes
Fucking beats ❤️
Fucking beats ❤️
Fucking beats ❤️
Who's got the upppppers ?
Who's got the upppppers ?
Who's got the upppppers ?
it's like a march in 'ere😄
it's like a march in 'ere😄
it's like a march in 'ere😄
What ???
What ???
What ???
genius. harmless too. talent that doesn't rely on bullshit gangsta trash talking.
genius. harmless too. talent that doesn't rely on bullshit gangsta trash talking.
genius. harmless too. talent that doesn't rely on bullshit gangsta trash talking.
the best thing about jamie t is that he is a gross drug loving kook but he owns it. and describes in the most artistically beautiful way. go jt
the best thing about jamie t is that he is a gross drug loving kook but he owns it. and describes in the most artistically beautiful way. go jt
the best thing about jamie t is that he is a gross drug loving kook but he owns it. and describes in the most artistically beautiful way. go jt
best tune ever made
fuck off liam
best tune ever made
fuck off liam
best tune ever made
fuck off liam
she's a f@t behatch but I would still give her one, from here to Salvador
she's a f@t behatch but I would still give her one, from here to Salvador
she's a f@t behatch but I would still give her one, from here to Salvador
My favourite Jamie T tune, my mates don't understand and I suppose neither do I. You like what you like and this tune is the one.
Salvador always stands out more for some reason but then you remember the rest of the tracks and ye, this one's the best.
My fave too. So raw.
my favourite too... from the first time I listened to it
me too. this and back in the game.
My favourite as well, been one of my all time favourites since I heard it a very long time ago
What am I in my own dear eyes?
My favourite Jamie T tune, my mates don't understand and I suppose neither do I. You like what you like and this tune is the one.
Salvador always stands out more for some reason but then you remember the rest of the tracks and ye, this one's the best.
My fave too. So raw.
my favourite too... from the first time I listened to it
me too. this and back in the game.
My favourite as well, been one of my all time favourites since I heard it a very long time ago
What am I in my own dear eyes?
My favourite Jamie T tune, my mates don't understand and I suppose neither do I. You like what you like and this tune is the one.
Salvador always stands out more for some reason but then you remember the rest of the tracks and ye, this one's the best.
My fave too. So raw.
my favourite too... from the first time I listened to it
me too. this and back in the game.
My favourite as well, been one of my all time favourites since I heard it a very long time ago
What am I in my own dear eyes?
A skinny little white runt Wi the head lice!! Go on jamie boom ya'll
A skinny little white runt Wi the head lice!! Go on jamie boom ya'll
A skinny little white runt Wi the head lice!! Go on jamie boom ya'll
What am I in my own dear eyes?
What am I in my own dear eyes?
What am I in my own dear eyes?
The best
The best
The best
This track is flippin genius - one of JT's best.
This track is flippin genius - one of JT's best.
This track is flippin genius - one of JT's best.
jamie t just copies ed sheeran
Ed Sheeran was still shitting his pants when Jamie T produced this.....
Jamie T is one of the best UK musicians!!! Need more like Jamie!!!
im sure it's the other way round u fool! This world is fucked.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA you are a dumb one buddy
jamie t just copies ed sheeran
Ed Sheeran was still shitting his pants when Jamie T produced this.....
Jamie T is one of the best UK musicians!!! Need more like Jamie!!!
im sure it's the other way round u fool! This world is fucked.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA you are a dumb one buddy
jamie t just copies ed sheeran
Ed Sheeran was still shitting his pants when Jamie T produced this.....
Jamie T is one of the best UK musicians!!! Need more like Jamie!!!
im sure it's the other way round u fool! This world is fucked.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA you are a dumb one buddy
shes a fat bitch but i'd still give her ........1.
shes a fat bitch but i'd still give her ........1.
shes a fat bitch but i'd still give her ........1.
anyone know the name of the song he has sampled from 1:25 ? I know it's from a classic film but can't remember which. I think part of it is from big city life - mattafix. But need the other bit???
ikr it stuck in my head and I can't find that song. Have you figured it out yet??
All saints "pure shores" !
anyone know the name of the song he has sampled from 1:25 ? I know it's from a classic film but can't remember which. I think part of it is from big city life - mattafix. But need the other bit???
ikr it stuck in my head and I can't find that song. Have you figured it out yet??
All saints "pure shores" !
anyone know the name of the song he has sampled from 1:25 ? I know it's from a classic film but can't remember which. I think part of it is from big city life - mattafix. But need the other bit???
ikr it stuck in my head and I can't find that song. Have you figured it out yet??
All saints "pure shores" !
never been better than money
never been better than money
never been better than money
6.33 minutes of Jamie T styled freestyling no chorus, no real structure an Jamie T at his very best! Come back jamie!!
how do you know he's freestyling?
@I Am the Resurrection I think he means in the style of freestyling with no real song structure.
6.33 minutes of Jamie T styled freestyling no chorus, no real structure an Jamie T at his very best! Come back jamie!!
how do you know he's freestyling?
@I Am the Resurrection I think he means in the style of freestyling with no real song structure.
6.33 minutes of Jamie T styled freestyling no chorus, no real structure an Jamie T at his very best! Come back jamie!!
how do you know he's freestyling?
@I Am the Resurrection I think he means in the style of freestyling with no real song structure.
This is my fave tune but Jamie is hibinating :(
This is my fave tune but Jamie is hibinating :(
This is my fave tune but Jamie is hibinating :(
listened again ....i still fuckin love this tune and dont understsnd how u cant ?? pissed up goat herder soz
listened again ....i still fuckin love this tune and dont understsnd how u cant ?? pissed up goat herder soz
listened again ....i still fuckin love this tune and dont understsnd how u cant ?? pissed up goat herder soz
i fuckin love this tune , i've put in on many times at binge parties with v.mixed reviews, didnt and dont give a fook ,love it always will! ccfc smoker