Текст песни Tables - Mic Righteous

Sometimes I ain't got a clue what I gotta prove but I gotta move gotta do what I gotta do.
Got a lot of views, well we do what you want a Blue Peter badge and a couple of balloons. Fucking baffoons, fucking with who, Me. Better check who you're runnin' it to, 'coz when ya on ya ones and they're runnin' to you and I don't give a fuck if it's one of the two I fucking grew up. Let's all get fucked for fun.

Picture everyday nothing to do. Stuck in a loop tootin' a zoot a couple of youths good God look what good come from.
The hood I'm from said don't step don't came back from the dead with my creps on.
And I kept on picking up where I left off.
Me against them they can die from a head shot. Came back to the ends with a head top. Wasteman don't wanna send directions but I will. Nothing's real about reals. You man don't know how real man feel when a real man war ya get real man kill.
Ay what happen to reals
He didn't feel man still.

Come back with ya dead reply just after that promise ya don't mention Mic. Ya lost ya would the hype I dont blame ya son. You can't see outside ya drum. Ayyy.

I can see why ya cryin' Jesus Christ you're fighting the same machine that we despise.
The same machine that I was nearly beaten by, we should be on the same side it's a shame ya mind doesn't expand the same as mine ya keep on lyin' ya tweet the grime.
Why does everybody wanna keep me quiet
I been hush ma whole life can I speak ma mind?

Ain't it funny how the tables turn
Ain't it funny how the tables turn

Can someone please get me a dressing room with a decent rider. Please, and some pizza. Don't be surprised I'm a diva. Bullshit I'm a good geezer but you better have a beer in the freezer. As long as everybody eats I'm knees up knockin' on ya door like please sir.

No food for the family
You ain't giving it up then we ain't giving a fuck. We're coming in like it's freeload
Alright somebody go get a bull again
Somebody took some rocky what is wrong with them.
It's kicking off and everybody wants to get in.
Alright, I've had enough of this, everyone's a killer on the internet.
There's a little lie livin' in ya head.
Everybody panicking coz I'm back.

Once again I'm on 110.
I wanna remember don't wanna forget.
I want this forever I'm wanted by feds.
I'm wanted by girls off the block at my ends. We're hollering if you ain't bringing me one of ya friends. Wooo, take em to the ends.

Look at that broke boy that's one of them.
Every other ends it's another one of them
Yeah, fuck the politicians can't trust one of them.
Kick em ou, the country might function again.
Yeah man's back to fuck shit again.