TempTing
It's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
Ay it's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
Ay it's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
Ay it's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
Ay it's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
Ay it's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
Ay it's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
I know
I know
I know
I am
A one man clan
Sounds funny but I ain't no clown
When shit hits the fan
They go missing nowhere to be found
No flakes we all bran
I'm so white why try to be brown
I live fast don't tan
No I ain't that man about town
(damn right)
I am
A one man band
On tour 'til I'm homeward bound
King of the castle I shell with no sand
No wave can water down my sound
I'm no keen bean-no desperate dan
I'm so fly no time to touch down
Gloves off no helping hand
Put a score on trap four for Ernie's greyhound
Give the dog a bone don't pat
Dogs want a bitch to wag not pout
I say arse not ass
Like go on then try step foot in my house
Heard your bird got pissed and snitched or s'ank
Yeah two shots and that canary sang
Poor lad
His bird got called out out loud
Like she so prang so randy
So spun so merry go roundy
Straight up bent black and white no panda
Straight in and out I pound her
I ride bare back I canter
Culture shot over the counter
Shit's raw no heat no quarter pounder
Don't divide up beef don't pander
You're in a jam
You fuckin doughnut
Boy's now a man
You ain't fuckin' grown up
Got no dough now
But can't fuckin' own up
Got pied like beef
When it's raw won't roll up
Sweet boy? sweet as a
Fuckin' doughnut
Show off on road
And get fuckin' shown up
(your) hungry for dough
But you won't go feed them
Some need to know
If in war you'll leave them
I'm a myth
An artful geezer in the thick of it
I sniff shift dip and stuff my knuckles in and pick
Pockets and bags for wallets and fags
I love it love it rob and lug it lug it
Shit life
Don't get better than this
I drift sift lift (and) rough up a stiff if he resists
It's all in the eyes no need for no knife
I love it love it rob and lug it lug it
I'm a myth
An artful dodger in the thick of it
I sniff shift dip and stuff my knuckles in and pick
Pockets and bags for wallets and fags
I love it love it rob and lug it lug it
Shit
Forever on the fiddle from the bits to the ritz
For a biscuit I'll risk it and flick my wrist until I'm rich
No lodgings or grub still dodging the fuzz
I love it love it rob and lug it lug it
All my gear
Mint condish'
Cashmere for mere cash
Mint condish'
Brand new name brand
Mint condish'
Oh yeah? How much?
Well...
That's a fiver fiver
See that there
That's a fiver fiver
Everything here
Is a fiver fiver
Won't be here tomorrow
So buy up
Buy up
I am
A one man clan
Sounds funny but I ain't no clown
When shit hits the fan
They go missing nowhere to be found
No flakes we all bran
I'm so white why try to be brown
I live fast don't tan
No I ain't that man about town
(damn right)
I am
A one man band
On tour 'til I'm homeward bound
King of the castle I shell with no sand
No wave can water down my sound
I'm no keen bean-no desperate dan
I'm so fly no time to touch down
Gloves off no helping hand
Put a score on trap four for Ernie's greyhound
I do what I can
I pick up take a cut and count
Oi that's a shallow six grand
I'll bury you a shallow six feet under ground
He piped up and said "and?"
With a Millwall brick in hand
"The fuck you looking at?"
"Come on then are you in or out?"
I watched your mum grieve at mass
If you're the elephant I am the mouse
Round here we say grass not grass
But can sort you out with some famous grouse
(I'm) the nameless son of prat
So shameless am I making you proud
Rest up my Irish nan
Taught me how to play with vowel and noun
(...and be) King of the castle
Mayor of the mound
It's lonely at the top 'cause man's never been manned
No air no breeze
Never been a fan
With internal-eyes
Look what i found
I am
A one man gang
Watch 'em jump on the bandwagon
Thin ice
Quick sand
Faster than a famished ramadan
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
Ay it's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
Ay it's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
Ay it's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
Ay it's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
Ay it's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
Ay it's TempTing
I know
(but) it's a... temporary ting
I know
I know
I know
I know
I am
A one man clan
Sounds funny but I ain't no clown
When shit hits the fan
They go missing nowhere to be found
No flakes we all bran
I'm so white why try to be brown
I live fast don't tan
No I ain't that man about town
(damn right)
I am
A one man band
On tour 'til I'm homeward bound
King of the castle I shell with no sand
No wave can water down my sound
I'm no keen bean-no desperate dan
I'm so fly no time to touch down
Gloves off no helping hand
Put a score on trap four for Ernie's greyhound
Give the dog a bone don't pat
Dogs want a bitch to wag not pout
I say arse not ass
Like go on then try step foot in my house
Heard your bird got pissed and snitched or s'ank
Yeah two shots and that canary sang
Poor lad
His bird got called out out loud
Like she so prang so randy
So spun so merry go roundy
Straight up bent black and white no panda
Straight in and out I pound her
I ride bare back I canter
Culture shot over the counter
Shit's raw no heat no quarter pounder
Don't divide up beef don't pander
You're in a jam
You fuckin doughnut
Boy's now a man
You ain't fuckin' grown up
Got no dough now
But can't fuckin' own up
Got pied like beef
When it's raw won't roll up
Sweet boy? sweet as a
Fuckin' doughnut
Show off on road
And get fuckin' shown up
(your) hungry for dough
But you won't go feed them
Some need to know
If in war you'll leave them
I'm a myth
An artful geezer in the thick of it
I sniff shift dip and stuff my knuckles in and pick
Pockets and bags for wallets and fags
I love it love it rob and lug it lug it
Shit life
Don't get better than this
I drift sift lift (and) rough up a stiff if he resists
It's all in the eyes no need for no knife
I love it love it rob and lug it lug it
I'm a myth
An artful dodger in the thick of it
I sniff shift dip and stuff my knuckles in and pick
Pockets and bags for wallets and fags
I love it love it rob and lug it lug it
Shit
Forever on the fiddle from the bits to the ritz
For a biscuit I'll risk it and flick my wrist until I'm rich
No lodgings or grub still dodging the fuzz
I love it love it rob and lug it lug it
All my gear
Mint condish'
Cashmere for mere cash
Mint condish'
Brand new name brand
Mint condish'
Oh yeah? How much?
Well...
That's a fiver fiver
See that there
That's a fiver fiver
Everything here
Is a fiver fiver
Won't be here tomorrow
So buy up
Buy up
I am
A one man clan
Sounds funny but I ain't no clown
When shit hits the fan
They go missing nowhere to be found
No flakes we all bran
I'm so white why try to be brown
I live fast don't tan
No I ain't that man about town
(damn right)
I am
A one man band
On tour 'til I'm homeward bound
King of the castle I shell with no sand
No wave can water down my sound
I'm no keen bean-no desperate dan
I'm so fly no time to touch down
Gloves off no helping hand
Put a score on trap four for Ernie's greyhound
I do what I can
I pick up take a cut and count
Oi that's a shallow six grand
I'll bury you a shallow six feet under ground
He piped up and said "and?"
With a Millwall brick in hand
"The fuck you looking at?"
"Come on then are you in or out?"
I watched your mum grieve at mass
If you're the elephant I am the mouse
Round here we say grass not grass
But can sort you out with some famous grouse
(I'm) the nameless son of prat
So shameless am I making you proud
Rest up my Irish nan
Taught me how to play with vowel and noun
(...and be) King of the castle
Mayor of the mound
It's lonely at the top 'cause man's never been manned
No air no breeze
Never been a fan
With internal-eyes
Look what i found
I am
A one man gang
Watch 'em jump on the bandwagon
Thin ice
Quick sand
Faster than a famished ramadan
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Writer(s): Izambard
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