Texty: Professor Green. Alive Till I'm Dead. Oh My God.

Ohh woahhh oh oohh x 4

Are you ready for the revolution
my elocution is execution i am a electrocuted
what the hell am i doing up no idea
but catch a wiff of my fingers
and you can still smell susan
smell like a ashtray breath stinking of liquor
pocket full of change and yesterdays get up
same jeans that i had the day before
laaaaa

guess i'm raps george best with a lot more sex
a little more liquor and alot more sex

Chorus
sometimes we take it too far
knocked out, sick on my guitar
and i hear them say
oh my god, say oh my god, say oh my got
lay my head down on the bar
cause wiskey never taste good
when i hear them say
oh my god, say oh my god, say oh my god.


verse 2
the first look you make me shiver, sipper
k, picking at yesterdays dinner
the way i say things it figures im Paige thicker
when i thing says spitters make her say uhhh
get insain and wanna get in my way picker
day when you wanna get with a rated star
diss me not (im frisky)what
still itching to get me cock in pixie lott

just call me raps george best with a lot more sex
a little more liquor and alot more sex

Chorus
sometimes we take it too far
knocked out, sick on my guitar
and i hear them say
oh my god, say oh my god, say oh my got
lay my head down on the bar
cause wiskey never taste good
when i hear them say
oh my god, say oh my god, say oh my god.


i do drugs casue i like the bus
go sleep wake up feeling like i tried to fight a bus
bearly functioning alcoholic
liveing life like a student but with a pop stars walllet
always smiling with my new teeth
two e's two cubes rules two 2ps