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Too Much Yayo
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The Streets
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[Intro: Mike Skinner] Ayy, ayy [Verse 1: Mike Skinner] Like a little theatre show That we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home Looking down from in the gods as people go on below Trapped inside the nightclub, tiny little minds are alone Lighting passing overhead which misses some and then finds them Like their prison-breaking from Alcatraz into their minds Heaven say they sin just for fun Of the seven deadly sins, envy's the only not fun [Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail] Wayo Too much yayo Wayo Too much yayo [Verse 2: Mike Skinner] Living in the present is like Trying to sit on the very, very head of a pin Which is why we try to lose our heads whatever the thing But you can't run away from this, there's no place that far Pinballing around to the rhythm Hitting points and bouncing straight back between flippers and in People are so pleased at their plight They are not the first to feel this, not even tonight [Refrain: Mike Skinner] Ayy, why do I never learn? Monday, Tuesday, my head feeling hurt Wednesday, done doing death Thursday, Friday, come do it again [Verse 3: Mike Skinner] Leave the ash on your cigarette and wait for it to fall Till the alleyway is full, you wait for nothing at all Smiling like he's loving a text But he's watching his own Snapchat 'cause he's loving himself He don't like pain, but he must quite like hell He don't like cocaine, he just quite likes the smell Crying's the weapon of the weak Slander is the angle if you're after getting nowhere [Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail] Wayo Too much yayo Wayo [Refrain: Mike Skinner] Ayy, why do I never learn? Monday, Tuesday, my head feeling hurt Wednesday, done doing death Thursday, Friday, come do it again [Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail] Wayo Too much yayo Wayo Too much yayo [Verse 1: Mike Skinner] Like a little theatre show That we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home Looking down from in the gods as people go on below Trapped inside the nightclub, tiny little minds are alone Lighting passing overhead which misses some and then finds them Like their prison-breaking from Alcatraz into their minds Heaven say they sin just for fun Of the seven deadly sins, envy's the only not fun [Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail] Wayo Too much yayo Wayo Too much yayo [Outro: Kevin Mark Trail] Like a little theatre show That we used to make
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