Lyrics

Well you must be on the wrong side of the town Well you must be on the wrong side of the town We don't need none of you philosophers or clowns Well you must be on the wrong side of the town Well you must be on the wrong side of the town Well you must be on the top side of the pound We don't need none of you philosophers around Well you must be on the wrong side of the town I rode with no hands on my bike I got me best mate to the left I wave hi to the guy on me right He put his hand out big up his chest I know all the faces of the night I know all the treacles like to sesh I hear the music on outside And the car windows blow out cess Sometimes we have to plan and connive Out on the corner tryna finesse It ain't even gone my breakfast time And I see the boy dem on nonsense I see a man get cut down to size Out on the corner consequence Just another day inside the life I feel the wind blow through my dreads What's happening geez (what's happening geez)? Hope you're alright, how is your day How have you been (how have you been)? What do you mean (what do you mean)? We do what we like, this is our life, these are our streets Well you must be on the wrong side of the town Well you must be on the wrong side of the town We don't need none of you philosophers or clowns Well you must be on the wrong side of the town He put his hands up for a fight He pulled a knife out from his sleeve That's how it goes when it is on site Too many lads lost In derogatory I know the anger lost inside From the colonial geography Lads have to stand up and unite If we have any hopes in any peace I see a mum smiling with pride Walking with her daughter in the street As I rode past them on my bike She waved hello and skinned bare teeth I know it is hard to cope sometimes But it's even harder to achieve I see the people on the rise 'Cause we are owed our liberty What's happening geez (what's happening geez)? Hope you're alright, how is your day How have you been (how have you been)? What do you mean (what do you mean)? We do what we like, this is our life, these are our streets Well you must be on the wrong side of the town Well you must be on the wrong side of the town We don't need none of you philosophers or clowns Well you must be on the wrong side of the town Well you must be on the wrong side of the town Well you must be on the top side of the pound We don't need none of you philosophers around Well you must be on the wrong side of the town
Writer(s): Joe Armon Jones, Hakeem Baker, Morgan Simpson, Luke Wynter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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