Lurkin' in the corner Murdered out as always Like we're all in mourning
Call me in the morning Lock it in the corner Matter that was always
Like we're all in mourning Call me in the morning Listen up in the back They call me trouble in the black
Call up the woman in black Let's have fun with it man We can have fun till they're mad
Just making me happy, lucky man.
But just like making peace.
No colours anymore, I want it.
Nothing to see here, no need to frisk me No way, this state of play is risky
No face, no case of whiskey.
Put throttle to the vodka.
Chill out the bottom of the toxin.
To admit I have a problem will take me a lot of bottle These days are too short but the week is long
If I hit myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?
They call me trouble in the black Call up the woman in black Let's have fun with it man
And we can have fun till they're mad.
Those four deadly sins.
Oh, that's everything.
Oh, that's everything.
Those four deadly sins.
Oh, that's everything.
Oh, that's everything.
Got to murder it.
All black everything, all black everything, all black everything.
Lurking in the corner.
Murdered out as always Like we're all in mourning Call me in the morning
Yeah.
What we getting in?
Call me in the morning.
Listen up little man.
They call me Big Chip man.
North London man.
I have fun with it man.
Utes and yak with gang.
Penthouse sweep them bang.
Check out boom bang.
We just step on man.
On the river, on the bank.
Big animal, no elephant, man.
Big dog.
Give them a run, them fam, man.
Run them, man.
Best remind them, man, I don't give a fuck or damn.
Boy, you ain't got a mind like man.
Little line, chippy.
Getting net, reading Mike Skinner's book Been a threat, any sound should be good Bill of splags, bitter tip, hella cuss
Want a cent?
Want a cent?
Pirate man.
Caribbean man.
Not gonna need debt.
Nice, not a nap.
How many spitters try to see my murk?
That don't work on my own.
I'm a gambit, man.
Change their plan.
Fixer.
In my section, man.
Madman section, man.
Bring no chicken MC to a season, vet man.
Batter and fry them, man.
I'm the
Colonel Man.
Yeah, yeah.
He wants a bargain bucket.
Fuck it.
Tuck it.
Swear I love it.
Come on.
Talking bars, yo, Madea.
Madea.
Run out of what, dog?
Madea.
Who?
He not head full of clips Man don't like hypocrites Penthouse sweet with your bitch
Mm, mm, mm, chick be luckin' in the corner.
Mutted out as always.
Like we're all in mourning Call me in the morning Lurking in the corner
Murdered out as always Like a rolling morning Call me in the morning It's not big man yet
Call me Grim Sick Man, man.
Flash up Brandy, man, but I'm a Magda, man.
West Swindon, man, with a Tonka gang, every Tonka's jam.
Get wild, old man, with a mic in hand You can't style, old man, you see me?
Feel that style, old man
Everything's 5-4, man.
You're a timeline, man.
Girl from Perry and girl from my land.
A ring man, as soon as they land, you won't understand.
Three, four grand, gone through the shop, meant to lose them back.
With T-fin gang doing one for skank Call me sick as the great, I'm the icing champ, yeah
In Tonga with Teefy and them Pingy and them Keppy and them Certain MCs can't see me again I've got a serious ten with Buddy and them
Paul Gascoigne when I volley on them When I beg, when I friend Backstage, no party with them
First hill was partying then But that numpty can't call me again Never seen real Mac Shutting down Mac
up in the lights dry your eyes with a full cap size three or four times but if it caps
survive hop on the whip into a next ride don't happen now there won't be a next time
Ay, secrets.
Call me in the morning Lock it in the corner Matter that was always
Like rolling morning Call me in the morning
