[feat. N-Dubz]
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[Skepta:]
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Yeah Skepta, Boy Better Know, N-Dubz
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I never have a dream when I go to sleep at night
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My dream begins when I walk outside
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Now I'm on stage and I feel like I'm looking through Michael Jacksons eyes
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Stories, rumours and accusations so I gotta stay self conscious of my hand gestures before they call me a Mason or say that I'm working with satan
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But even a blind man could see, I would never sell my soul for the P
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When you're looking at Skepta, you're looking at grime so the only thing I gotta stay true to is me
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I don't need a helping hand, stand up tall, I'm my own man
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Find me on the tallest building in the country singing as loud as I can
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[Chorus: N-Dubz]
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I-I feel so alive, so alive
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(S-K-E-P-T-A)
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Got my two feet on the ground
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But it feels like I'm in the sky
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It's time to enjoy the sun cause we made it through the rain
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Put your hands up in the sky like you're tryna touch a plane
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I feel so alive, so alive
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(Boy Better Know-oh-oh, yeah)
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[Dappy:]
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Shit what have I done
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Raa, everyone singing along to my bars
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Went triple platinum, see me I'm trying to do what Elvis done
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And the stage is way too big for me
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Labels never thought this guy from the ghetto could make all these girls sing for me
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Nana, nana, nana, niiiiii
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I got a big NANA chain hanging down to my navel
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Tell the bartender "take a fat bottle of champagne to Polydor's table"
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Big men acting like school kids
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Say there gonna run up on me with a full clip
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So I pull down the two flaps on my cap cause I didn't want to hear that bullshit
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[Chorus: N-Dubz]
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I-I feel so alive, so alive
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(D-A-Double P-to-the-Z)
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Got my two feet on the ground
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But it feels like I'm in the sky
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It's time to enjoy the sun cause we made it through the rain
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Put your hands up in the sky like you're tryna touch a plane
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I feel so alive, so alive
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[Fazer:]
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It's time to get dark
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Blacker than Cilla
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Fazer aka 6 figure nigga
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Man said I got robbed for my chain
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Until I put a picture on Skepta's twitter
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When I go to the Gucci store I dress rags
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Security think that I ain't gonna buy shit
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Then I pull out my card, swipe it, bowl out with 20 bags
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If I like them, cop them, fuck the hater, can't stop them
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MC's wanna diss N-Dubz but they can't get a top twenty let alone a top ten
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So if it weren't for the fans I woulda had a haters blood on my hands
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I'm a mastermind behind the keyboard so I'm a carry on stacking up these grands
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So Alive
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Skepta |