Don't get me down down down
(Living, living)
Don't get me down down down down down down
(Don't get me down now)
Don't get me down down down
(Living, living)
Don't get me down down down
It's the little things that get me down down down
I keep my chin up now
(Living, living)
Don't get me down
(Living, living, living)
Okay
I'm sick of people asking me what time I woke up in the morning
I'm feeling guilt when I say 1 'o four and I'm still yawning
Being called a waste man for chasing my ambition
Wanting to save but sick of always borrowing and scrimping

I'm sick of joggers passing in the morning really fast
Making contact with my eyes so I can't check their bras
I'm sick of making lists of things I'll never do
On my hand, piece of paper black and red and blue

I'm sick of hearing sick of love songs there's no escaping
Come to think of it I'm sick of love songs being made and
[?] when all they play up on the radio is artists from the U.S.A.

And I'm sick of neighbors complaining come knocking at my door
Saying that my music's too loud making an applesauce
Sick of mashing up my teeth beef or ka-knife
I'm sick of seeing beef and you thought I meant a fight

Oh it's the little things
That get you down in the caught in the gutter and the middle brings fucked up sounds
Well get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up
Yeah it's the little things
That get you down in the caught in the gutter and the middle brings fucked up sounds
Well get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up

And I refuse to be living
Living as a prisoner in my mind
Living as a prisoner in my time
Living as a prisoner why, why should I?
I refuse to be living
Living as a prisoner in my mind
Living as a prisoner in my time
(No way)
In my time
(Not in my time)

I'm sick to the back teeth of the splitting pain in my back teeth
And wishing I had paid back 16 pounds at the practice
Now I got fractures and cracks at the back where the caps fit at the front
(Bing)
They're still grinning

I'm sick of rappers with an attitude who can't be funny
Mainly hit the battle MC's who brag about their money
Who got the money but they never made it from the music
You made it cuz your daddy gave it to you don't abuse it

I'm sick of sitting safety way within my overdraft
No need to find a bastard interests took me past my limit I can't get credit with it comes with charge
Now the sneaky fuckers switched my debit to a solo card

Girls who make me sick
I wonder why they look at me
Sick of people looking at me crookedly
Sick of quitting smoking every other day
Turn my back a second ay
And nicotine is back again

Oh it's the little things
That get you down in the caught in the gutter and the middle brings fucked up sounds
Well get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up
(Everywhere I go, trying to get me down but they know they'll never get me down)
Yeah it's the little things
(It's how we're rolling, we bounce round)
That get you down in the caught in the gutter and the middle brings fucked up sounds
Well get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up, get your chin up

I'm sick of watching women watch their weight
Refuse to let me buy them food then eat most of mine off of my plate
I'm not greed or really in love with my food, love
I'm just as bloody fucking hungry as you

I'm sick of women being women that is arguing the point
Cuz even when they're wrong they end up winning on points
I'm sick of being right when people think I'm wrong
Could of saved a lot of time if you'd listened all along
Living
Living as a prisoner in my mind
I refuse to be living
Living as a prisoner in my time
In my time
[?] I dance to a different sound
Different on my street don't break my crayons
Come and figure it but just a little bit
Cuz it's the little things
And it depends where you're coming from
And it depends how far you are from the ground
Keep your chin up to the sound
We've got to bounce round

Don't get me down down down
Don't get me down down down down down


Lyrics submitted by waltza

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