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Try to get to my flat and I see him talking |
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Triple up my pace |
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Got me speed walking |
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Nothing gets under my feet like his evil eye |
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Gotta get past them all |
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On the inside |
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I fall and I leap and I'm freakin' out |
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Nowhere near my place, and I know that they've see me now |
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My lace got caught and it brought me down |
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Now he's right above me and shouting out... |
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Your now talking to the topboy of |
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Boxmoor flats and I am kicking off |
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Your now talking to the topboy of |
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Boxmoor flats and I am kicking off |
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You stepped on my turf and I see you walking |
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Rumours all around, you've been breathe talking |
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Nothing gets on my feet like your wasted kind |
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So don't be spitting rhymes on my time |
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Standing on your hand |
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Now your screaming out |
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So say it to my face if you've got something to shout about |
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Call for your boys |
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But they ain't here now |
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Dizzy in your eyes |
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As I hang you out to dry |
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Your now talking to the topboy of |
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Boxmoor flats and I am kicking off |
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Your now talking to the topboy of |
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Boxmoor flats and I am kicking off |
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Topboy! |
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You think your something don't ya! |
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Well, these are all my runnings |
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And soon your days are gonna end! |
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Topboy! |
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I've been here for a year |
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I know no-one can take me |
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So soon your days are gonna end |
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Boy, your going down |
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Your going down |
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Your going down |
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Tried to get to my flat and I see him talking |
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Quickened up my pace |
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I was speed walking |
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I never made it there to my blue front door |
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And now I'm lying here and there's claret on the floor |
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Your now talking to the topboy of |
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Boxmoor flats and I am kicking off |
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Your now talking to the topboy of |
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Boxmoor flats and I am kicking off |
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Topboy! |
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You think your something better |
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Well, these are all my runnings |
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And soon your days are gonna end |
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Topboy! |
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I think your falling here |
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I don't know what I can say |
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And soon your days are gonna end |
