Alright, mate So you wanna be a gangster Tell me just one thing What you know about bein? a hard man? Your mum buys your bling Your pockets gettin?
excuse me please, fuck it Fuck it, ya get me? Shout to my people out there Wonderin' what it is really all about I guess we?ll never know Unless you really wanna know Maths
Hardback, stern face Play your position and know your place Only move when the money's callin? Take my advice, you'll be ballin? You need a hardback,
Gotta keep my head above water Gotta stay head-strong, keep rolling on No point getting caught in the hype is long Like I don't know right from wrong
Summer in the city Such a very special time If you put aside the traffic Air pollution and the grime You be pleased to be reminded That the girls are
I'm really from the streets and you know that But I really would rather be touring 'Cause most players on the roads ain't scoring But now it's Maths
One two, one two, one two, mike, check, check, check Yeah, one two, yeah, yeah, clear, clear, yeah I'm a young ragga brother from the LDN In my Nike
Blud when you hear them sirens coming I can hear them sirens coming Better run when you hear the sirens coming I can hear them sirens coming 1 to the
Take control of the atmosphere Take me far away from here There is no better loss than to lose myself in you In a parachute to glide, I am captive in
It takes two to make love, baby I'm sure of that I'm one, you're one, you do the math I'm one, you're one, you do the math
? Not bad for the first day! Hooray for new math, New-hoo-hoo-math, It won't do you a bit of good to review math. It's so simple, So very simple, That
A silent one it was till they told me, "It's a girl", and everybody gasped I know how to raise you right, teach you how to read And your math, yeah,
alone, do they really feel anything? Oh, my God, I've gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta move on Where do you move, when what you're moving from Is yourself, is yourself? The universe works on a math
deep. We'll put our faith in new machines. Once we've exhausted all the oil and pornography there will be so much to teach of the slow math of debt
Don't make a fuss, don't make a sound I don't want this song to get shot to the ground You're on the phone, I'm all alone And my heart feels about 70
You make me crazy, although I'm sane You keep the top down in the rain But I do like where you're going And I love it when you say That you wouldn't
She's got a beer bottle cap in her back pocket She laughs at Metallica and loves bottle rockets She got chicken wire tattooed around her arm She gave
The clock is tick tick ticking away She got a new pair of shades that she bought when she went shopping Only 27 hours away From skipping rope on a star
