[Mystikal]
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Sirens wail and lights start to dance
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I try to act normal but i'm shittin' my pants
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Walking faster, look over my shoulder
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It's calming down now, the trails getting colder
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Turn a corner, I'm in for a shock
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I stared at a copper and now our eyes lock
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Time stands still, fuck me does he know
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About the pills, the acid, the speed and the blow
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Stuffed in my pockets, my hat and my shoes
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Should have got a taxi but i can't stand the queues
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He looks away, breathe a sigh of relief
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Situations like this are nothing but grief
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[Chorus]
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The police are over there
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I tried to hide my vacant stare
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[Eggsy]
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Two cones burn bright from the bong
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Sampled the mix, walking home like a moron
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Fear follows in a line behind
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Fills my mind, makes my sences go blind
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I hear footsteps followed by a diesel van
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See the blue lights being followed by the man
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It's getting late and i'm packin' the draw
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Do i tell them that i lost my dog like twice before
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It won't work, i'll say my gran just died
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Failing that, i'll say i'm looking for a cab ride
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My brain is racing and my legs turn to wood
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If the police see my eyes, they'll see i've been up to no good
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My mind tripping through the paranoid zone
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I should have fucked it all off and called a pizza from home
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[Chorus]
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The police are over there (and your doing illegals, your doing illegals)
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I tried to hide my vacant stare (they're watching you)
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[Mike]
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Like a neon racer, speeding down the street
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I needs a fuckin' spliff, i'd better be discreet
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Skinnin' up on Newport bridge, am i out of my mind?
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I looks in the mirror, the police are behind
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Got a pocket full of pills and a glove box full of Mary-jane
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I know - i'll lose 'em in the bus lane
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Taxi in the way, i'll never get past
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Those fuckin' copper cars are well fuckin fast
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I've only got a shitty Vauxhall nova
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I'll never give up, I'll never pull over
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Avoiding eye contact, i weaves in and out
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Nearly caused a pile up on the fuckin roundabout
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Blue lights are flashing, here we fuckin go
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I'm smoking up a spliff and my car stinks of blow
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Then he sped past me and drove away
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So i drove 'round slow for the rest of the day
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[Chorus]
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The police are over there (and your doing illegals, your doing illegals)
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I tried to hide my vacant stare (they're watching you)
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[Adam]
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Flashing blue lights, reading my rights
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Drama, smokin' marijuana makes me fuckin calmer
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Charlie tango alpha, i'm paranoid
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I'm shittin' myself but it aint fuckin heameroids
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Outside my house its an unmarked car
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I aint going down so piss you wanker
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oh no, hang on, its Two-way Bob
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With his new boyfriend, giving him a hand job
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He starts to sweat, his hands on his chopper
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Roll another fat one, he aint a fuckin copper
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I got paranoid with my herbal cigs
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and when i goes out i wear dark glasses and wigs
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[2hats]
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Eyes are watching me everywhere
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I can't see them, but i can feel their stare
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Got to hold on tight when i see the police
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Don't want to have an *ughh* unexpected release
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[Chorus]
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The police are over there (and your doing illegals, your doing illegals)
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I tried to hide my vacant stare (they're watching you)
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The police are over there (and your doing illegals, your doing illegals)
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I tried to hide my vacant stare (they're watching you)
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CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV, CCTV
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Paranoia
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Goldie Lookin' Chain |