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It's okay
I'm good
Let's go
Yeah (yeah), we bring the stars out
We bring the women and the cars and the cards out
Let's have a toast a celebration get a glass out
And we can do this until we pass out
(So) let it rain
Let it pour away
We won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out
Yeah, yeah, I'm in charge now
I'm a star and I bought my fucking cast out
I live a very, very, very wild lifestyle
Heidi and Audrina eat your heart out
I used to listen to "You don't wanna bring arms house"
I got so many clothes I keep 'em in my aunt's house
Disturbing London, bab,y we about to branch out
Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles' child, yeah
Yeah, yeah, and there ain't nobody fresher
Semester to semester, ravin' with the freshers
Twenty lightbulbs around my table and my dresser
CLC Kompressor, just in case that don't impress her
Say hello to Dexter, say hello to Uncle Fester
Got them gazing at my necklace and my crazy sun protectors
G Shocks, I got a crazy Don collection
Haters, I can't fuckin' hear your reception
Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out
We bring the women and the cars and the cards out
Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out
And we can do this until we pass out
(So) let it rain
Let it pour away
We won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out
Yeah, they say hello, they say hola, and they say bonjour
I'm pissed I never got to fly on a Concorde
I been Southampton but I've never been to Scunthorpe
I'm fucking crazy with the kicks, call me Jean Claude
About to be a bigger star than my mum thought
'Cause every day I got a groupie at my front door
Now I drive past the bus I used to run for
Where's my fucking clap, where's my encore?
I walk alone 'cause I was born alone
I chirpse her just for fun, I never ever call her phone
I leave her in the club, I never ever walk her home
D, you're the fucking foundation, I'm the cornerstone
I'm born famous, I'm sorta known
If you son doesn't, I bet your daughter knows
Check out my visual, check out my audio
Extraordinary, yo, hope you enjoyed the show
Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out
We bring the women and the cars and the cards out
Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out
And we can do this until we pass out
(So) let it rain
Let it pour away
We won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out
Whoa, whoa
Uh, look at me, I been a cheeky bastard, man, I'm
Look at all the drama started, now I'm
In here laying on my back
Saying, "DJ, won't you gimme one more track?"
I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning
(So) let it rain
Let it pour away
We won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out (x2)
Pass out
I'm good
Let's go
We bring the women and the cars and the cards out
Let's have a toast a celebration get a glass out
And we can do this until we pass out
Let it pour away
We won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out
I'm a star and I bought my fucking cast out
I live a very, very, very wild lifestyle
Heidi and Audrina eat your heart out
I used to listen to "You don't wanna bring arms house"
I got so many clothes I keep 'em in my aunt's house
Disturbing London, bab,y we about to branch out
Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles' child, yeah
Semester to semester, ravin' with the freshers
Twenty lightbulbs around my table and my dresser
CLC Kompressor, just in case that don't impress her
Say hello to Dexter, say hello to Uncle Fester
Got them gazing at my necklace and my crazy sun protectors
G Shocks, I got a crazy Don collection
Haters, I can't fuckin' hear your reception
We bring the women and the cars and the cards out
Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out
And we can do this until we pass out
Let it pour away
We won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out
I'm pissed I never got to fly on a Concorde
I been Southampton but I've never been to Scunthorpe
I'm fucking crazy with the kicks, call me Jean Claude
'Cause every day I got a groupie at my front door
Now I drive past the bus I used to run for
Where's my fucking clap, where's my encore?
I chirpse her just for fun, I never ever call her phone
I leave her in the club, I never ever walk her home
D, you're the fucking foundation, I'm the cornerstone
I'm born famous, I'm sorta known
If you son doesn't, I bet your daughter knows
Check out my visual, check out my audio
Extraordinary, yo, hope you enjoyed the show
We bring the women and the cars and the cards out
Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out
And we can do this until we pass out
Let it pour away
We won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out
Look at all the drama started, now I'm
In here laying on my back
Saying, "DJ, won't you gimme one more track?"
Let it pour away
We won't come down
Until we hit the ground and pass out (x2)
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im shocked there are only 3 comments! this song is epic, its sounds awesome! though i guesss the lyrics are a litte cheesy. still awesomeo song!
why no comments?
this song is a-m-a-z-i-n-g, i love it, i think tinie tempah is gonna be massive, this is just the start
Southampton is ONE word not two!!! Great song though!
These are the most cheesy lyrics ever! You can tell he has just come up with anything that rhymes and bigs him up but then failed at that miserably too!
Keeping clothes in your aunts house? No thanks! Driving clc kompressor, that's the cheapest mercedes you can buy and driven by housewives all over! I guess it sounds good though and that's all people care about, he wrote in an interview for NME he wants to be the next damon albarn... Not with lyrics like that!
They aren't cheesy lyrics at all....well in a way not mean't to be. It is Tinie Tempah's style, light-hearted, poking fun and taking the piss. The CLC Kompressor you mention, it's not all about Lambo's and Phantoms, I'm guessing he is taking the piss a bit here with that.
They aren't cheesy lyrics at all....well in a way not mean't to be. It is Tinie Tempah's style, light-hearted, poking fun and taking the piss. The CLC Kompressor you mention, it's not all about Lambo's and Phantoms, I'm guessing he is taking the piss a bit here with that.
In my opinion, he is very clever with his lyrics. Poke's fun, is a bit risque and ironic. It's all about fun. I will say it again, it's not all about Lambo's, Phantoms, Bitches, Cristal or Patron all the time. That's another thing that makes his music so good.
In my opinion, he is very clever with his lyrics. Poke's fun, is a bit risque and ironic. It's all about fun. I will say it again, it's not all about Lambo's, Phantoms, Bitches, Cristal or Patron all the time. That's another thing that makes his music so good.
I actually have his album and there are much better songs. This is fun and it's got a good beat, but Obsession, Snap, Illusion and Miami to Ibiza are just 4 that are way better. Miami to Ibiza actually does what this song doesn't really, it's about him ballin but it does it in a much more creative way. If this song brings people to his music though, then I'm game. I want him to do a US album so bad, I think he could be major over here.
Thanks to Bananahero for posting these in the first place.
A fine song.
It is Concorde, not concord as the Wilson government agreed to the French name for the 'plane.
Aren't we all pissed about that? Except David Frost. The cunt.
Thank you, kind sir. I wish everyone corrected me like you did.
Thank you, kind sir. I wish everyone corrected me like you did.
Yeah,very nice song