Lyrics:
Yo yo yo
I grew up in the 1980's
In a four bedroom house
My family, my grandma,
Three or four aunties
Uncles and brothers
In and out
Pizza in the evening sun
Spending time by our new
House way down deep in Abington
The view
Is so sweet
And you lift up my head
Sing, it’s time to go
'til you hear these ones
Pass the wine, fuck the government, I love you
Three statements overheard at once in the crowded room
But I could not be
'til you hear these ones
Pass the wine, fuck the government, I love you
Three statements overheard at once in the crowded room
But I could not be
thirty-three
Extraordinary
Janey blue
My Janey Blue
Living on the edge
Suspended by a thread
Fighting fires inside your head
Sometimes...
You were so
body
Feel like pussycats come out late night
No matter where they roam
They're always gonna come home to Tom Jones
Thirty years strong, never went
A rocket in a crowded room
Looking to light the fuse
Thirty three or forty five
Watching the wax ignite
So hold on
Dim the lights and let the brakes
I'm on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mama's crying all the time
Is it because of me or my younger sister,
Even Dad was weeping when he
people think I'm crazy say my mind gone
'Cause I can't leave the house without my fye
It's gon' take 'em years to see what I'm on
And all my kids still
a fuck I do a
Thou-wow then I'm up and down
To break that shit and weigh that
Shit distribute shit out Grandma's house
Everyday at the block with the
Chop
embrace with open arms what karma's bringin' to me
Hope y'all embrace these bombs in this movie
Thirty years plus since Bus grabbed the microphone
certainly by
You as a win over the champion, he still
He still rung the bell
Could be interpreted? He still rung the bell
It was a one two three
That's right
As a consequence of which, they must find money by these means
We say we are against those means
Not because we are moralists, not because we are religious freaks
High Street thirty five
Mrs Benjamin Priest lost her husband
She's had two sons, neither survived
Mrs Twinings' three were among the young men
Killed
scared, some would just wish they cared
(Uh-ohh!) "In the house again," never too late to prepare
Cause many things you fear have been in place for years
Yeah, it's the return of three crunk mothafuckas
Huh huh, yeah, it's tha Liks
We gots Stan the guitar man in the house
Mothaplucka, uh, uh, say what?
Introducing ladies and gentlemen
The young man that's had over thirty-five soul classics
Among these classics are tunes that will never die
and business went up
So now you see what became of me
An underground baller in the thirty-three
Fifth official member of the U-F-C
My rhymes are so throwed, so
house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black 'lac, black tag, fin' to hit a lick again
You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me,
but everything under this tree in my house is mine
My bike, that, and this plastic nine'll do fine till next year come
I try to see the same thing,
coming out the house
I been getting no calls
At a stage of no applause
Looking for a place to deposit my emotions going through withdrawals
It's like I
now approached him
A naked girl
Holding a handful of powder to the Southeast
To the sodden forest below
About ten years back
The idols of old
The false
Or rejoice cause I'm home or rejoice cause I'm on
This time I'm on my own nobody is stringing me along
Took me thirty-three years now I'm finally in my zone
grows much higher
Spent a night over my house with my sister and friends
I wish you wouldn't treat me like I'm your cousin
Your high-school year book
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