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

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





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  1. j.... ....

    Still a great tune DAMN

  2. j.... ....

    Still a great tune DAMN

  3. j.... ....

    Still a great tune DAMN

  4. E.... H....

    Fucking love him seen him at the Ritz Manchester best gig of my life

  5. E.... H....

    Fucking love him seen him at the Ritz Manchester best gig of my life

  6. E.... H....

    Fucking love him seen him at the Ritz Manchester best gig of my life

  7. j.... w....

    Cheers barry :) haha

  8. j.... w....

    Cheers barry :) haha

  9. j.... w....

    Cheers barry :) haha

  10. h.... c....

    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

  11. h.... c....

    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

  12. h.... c....

    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

  13. S.... ....

    What am I? I'm a nobody 😭

  14. S.... ....

    What am I? I'm a nobody 😭

  15. S.... ....

    What am I? I'm a nobody 😭

  16. M.... B....

    what am I?

  17. M.... B....

    what am I?

  18. M.... B....

    what am I?

  19. T.... ....

    It's like I'm marching here......

  20. T.... ....

    It's like I'm marching here......

  21. T.... ....

    It's like I'm marching here......

  22. t.... m....

    Just a banger. True story

  23. t.... m....

    Just a banger. True story

  24. t.... m....

    Just a banger. True story

  25. C.... H....

    as ugly as he is this song if my life rightnow

  26. C.... H....

    as ugly as he is this song if my life rightnow

  27. C.... H....

    as ugly as he is this song if my life rightnow

  28. N.... O....

    "She's a fat bitch but ill still give her.... one."   - Jamie T

  29. N.... O....

    "She's a fat bitch but ill still give her.... one."   - Jamie T

  30. N.... O....

    "She's a fat bitch but ill still give her.... one."   - Jamie T

  31. O.... P....

    Who's got uppers!?

  32. O.... P....

    Who's got uppers!?

  33. O.... P....

    Who's got uppers!?

  34. L.... T....

    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

  35. L.... T....

    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

  36. L.... T....

    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

  37. F.... D....

    What am I in my own dear eyes

  38. F.... D....

    What am I in my own dear eyes

  39. F.... D....

    What am I in my own dear eyes

  40. C.... F....

    Fucking beats ❤️

  41. C.... F....

    Fucking beats ❤️

  42. C.... F....

    Fucking beats ❤️

  43. C.... F....

    Who's got the upppppers ?

  44. C.... F....

    Who's got the upppppers ?

  45. C.... F....

    Who's got the upppppers ?

  46. M.... M....

    it's like a march in 'ere😄

  47. M.... M....

    it's like a march in 'ere😄

  48. M.... M....

    it's like a march in 'ere😄

  49. b.... b....

    What ???

  50. b.... b....

    What ???

  51. b.... b....

    What ???

  52. d.... a....

    genius. harmless too. talent that doesn't rely on bullshit gangsta trash talking.

  53. d.... a....

    genius. harmless too. talent that doesn't rely on bullshit gangsta trash talking.

  54. d.... a....

    genius. harmless too. talent that doesn't rely on bullshit gangsta trash talking.

  55. d.... ....

    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

  56. d.... ....

    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

  57. d.... ....

    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

  58. L.... ....

    best tune ever made

    L.... ....

    fuck off liam

  59. L.... ....

    best tune ever made

    L.... ....

    fuck off liam

  60. L.... ....

    best tune ever made

    L.... ....

    fuck off liam

  61. C.... M....

    she's a f@t behatch but I would still give her one, from here to Salvador

  62. C.... M....

    she's a f@t behatch but I would still give her one, from here to Salvador

  63. C.... M....

    she's a f@t behatch but I would still give her one, from here to Salvador

  64. D.... k....

    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.

    D.... k....

    Salvador always stands out more for some reason but then you remember the rest of the tracks and ye, this one's the best.

    D.... k....

    My fave too. So raw.

    D.... k....

    my favourite too... from the first time I listened to it

    D.... k....

    me too. this and back in the game.

    D.... k....

    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?

  65. D.... k....

    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.

    D.... k....

    Salvador always stands out more for some reason but then you remember the rest of the tracks and ye, this one's the best.

    D.... k....

    My fave too. So raw.

    D.... k....

    my favourite too... from the first time I listened to it

    D.... k....

    me too. this and back in the game.

    D.... k....

    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?

  66. D.... k....

    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.

    D.... k....

    Salvador always stands out more for some reason but then you remember the rest of the tracks and ye, this one's the best.

    D.... k....

    My fave too. So raw.

    D.... k....

    my favourite too... from the first time I listened to it

    D.... k....

    me too. this and back in the game.

    D.... k....

    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?

  67. D.... F....

    A skinny little white runt Wi the head lice!! Go on jamie boom ya'll

  68. D.... F....

    A skinny little white runt Wi the head lice!! Go on jamie boom ya'll

  69. D.... F....

    A skinny little white runt Wi the head lice!! Go on jamie boom ya'll

  70. M.... L....

    What am I in my own dear eyes?

  71. M.... L....

    What am I in my own dear eyes?

  72. M.... L....

    What am I in my own dear eyes?

  73. M.... L....

    The best

  74. M.... L....

    The best

  75. M.... L....

    The best

  76. R.... R....

    This track is flippin genius - one of JT's best. 

  77. R.... R....

    This track is flippin genius - one of JT's best. 

  78. R.... R....

    This track is flippin genius - one of JT's best. 

  79. b.... b....

    jamie t just copies ed sheeran

    b.... b....

    Ed Sheeran was still shitting his pants when Jamie T produced this.....

    b.... b....

    Jamie T is one of the best UK musicians!!! Need more like Jamie!!!

    b.... b....

    im sure it's the other way round u fool! This world is fucked.

    b.... b....

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHA you are a dumb one buddy

  80. b.... b....

    jamie t just copies ed sheeran

    b.... b....

    Ed Sheeran was still shitting his pants when Jamie T produced this.....

    b.... b....

    Jamie T is one of the best UK musicians!!! Need more like Jamie!!!

    b.... b....

    im sure it's the other way round u fool! This world is fucked.

    b.... b....

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHA you are a dumb one buddy

  81. b.... b....

    jamie t just copies ed sheeran

    b.... b....

    Ed Sheeran was still shitting his pants when Jamie T produced this.....

    b.... b....

    Jamie T is one of the best UK musicians!!! Need more like Jamie!!!

    b.... b....

    im sure it's the other way round u fool! This world is fucked.

    b.... b....

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHA you are a dumb one buddy

  82. R.... ....

    shes a fat bitch but i'd still give her ........1.

  83. R.... ....

    shes a fat bitch but i'd still give her ........1.

  84. R.... ....

    shes a fat bitch but i'd still give her ........1.

  85. h.... ....

    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???

    h.... ....

    ikr it stuck in my head and I can't find that song. Have you figured it out yet??

    h.... ....

    All saints "pure shores" !

  86. h.... ....

    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???

    h.... ....

    ikr it stuck in my head and I can't find that song. Have you figured it out yet??

    h.... ....

    All saints "pure shores" !

  87. h.... ....

    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???

    h.... ....

    ikr it stuck in my head and I can't find that song. Have you figured it out yet??

    h.... ....

    All saints "pure shores" !

  88. G.... ....

    never been better than money

  89. G.... ....

    never been better than money

  90. G.... ....

    never been better than money

  91. G.... C....

    6.33 minutes of Jamie T styled freestyling no chorus, no real structure an Jamie T at his very best! Come back jamie!!   

    G.... C....

    how do you know he's freestyling?

    G.... C....

    @I Am the Resurrection I think he means in the style of freestyling with no real song structure.

  92. G.... C....

    6.33 minutes of Jamie T styled freestyling no chorus, no real structure an Jamie T at his very best! Come back jamie!!   

    G.... C....

    how do you know he's freestyling?

    G.... C....

    @I Am the Resurrection I think he means in the style of freestyling with no real song structure.

  93. G.... C....

    6.33 minutes of Jamie T styled freestyling no chorus, no real structure an Jamie T at his very best! Come back jamie!!   

    G.... C....

    how do you know he's freestyling?

    G.... C....

    @I Am the Resurrection I think he means in the style of freestyling with no real song structure.

  94. W.... D....

    This is my fave tune but Jamie is hibinating :( 

  95. W.... D....

    This is my fave tune but Jamie is hibinating :( 

  96. W.... D....

    This is my fave tune but Jamie is hibinating :( 

  97. H.... L....

    listened again ....i still fuckin love this tune and dont understsnd how u cant ?? pissed up goat herder soz

  98. H.... L....

    listened again ....i still fuckin love this tune and dont understsnd how u cant ?? pissed up goat herder soz

  99. H.... L....

    listened again ....i still fuckin love this tune and dont understsnd how u cant ?? pissed up goat herder soz

  100. H.... L....

    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