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The Streets - Don't Mug Yourself lyrics
A new day another morning after leaning back on my chair in a greasy spoon cafeteria Last night was some beer lairyness done our way, but again we’re back in the light of day. Chatting shit sitting at the wall table, telling jokes playing with the salt, looking out the window, girl brings 2 plates of full English over with plenty of scrambled eggs and plenty of fried tomato. Get my phone out about to give this girl a shout see if she had a nice night last night up town. Ask if she fancy trying it again sometime then Kalv grabs the phone like oi oi oi oi Hold it down boy, Your heads getting blurred I know you can’t stop thinking of her By all means you can vibe with this girl, But just don’t mug yourself that’s all don’t mug yourself Seriously Mick, you fucker… Nahnah nah, itswhatimean, I fuckin… I’m no way really d’ya know what I mean, I can take it or leave it, believe then Kalvins like oi You need to hold it down jack, put your phone back Quit staring into space and eat ur snack that’s that She’ll want you much more for not hanging on Stop me if I’m wrong Stop me if I’m wrong Why should she be the one to decide whether it’s off or on or on or off or on Now the girls rude, I know she’s rude but she’s screwed right though you, you’ll be on your knee soon. Hold it down boy, Your heads getting blurred I know you can’t stop thinking of her By all means you can vibe with this girl, But just don’t mug yourself that’s all don’t mug yourself And I’m like, honestly it’s not like that, your acting like I’m prancing like a sap jumpin when she claps and that do you really think I act whack cause I’m telling ya, I’m serving the aces and it’s game set and match Perfectly in control, of this goal, I’ve got the lead role, won’t be fold and I’m older than you told. Girl sold, high speeds gold, game over game over too cold. Hold it down boy, Your heads getting blurred I know you can’t stop thinking of her By all means you can vibe with this girl, But just don’t mug yourself that’s all don’t mug yourself Hold it down boy, Your heads getting blurred I know you can’t stop thinking of her By all means you can vibe with this girl, But just don’t mug yourself that’s all don’t mug yourself Yaaahhh, Hold it down boy, Your heads getting blurred I know you can’t stop thinking of her That girl, and she a smell it on her piece, She must have crabs and fucking shrimp in her teeth |
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