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Skint
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Skint was released on June 15, 2009 by Fat City as a part of the album Subject2status
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Release DateJune 15, 2009
LabelFat City
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

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Lyrics

I don't know why it makes me feel the way I do
But I feel alright, alright
And I don't know why, know why
You see music be the key to life, including mine
But money helps a lot
The plots lost from the stress of what
It's the monetary system
You know that small thing that governs your life
Poverty's rife, so sit back and listen
I, I'm making a stand for those who
Overstand about being broke in Britain
And how days are hard hitting
Shopping in Netto, making quick saves at Poundstretcher
It's cold in Iceland there's no money fingers gonna get ya
Under pressure to make it, everything costs money these days
Even old fashioned things like love costs money to maintain
Don't you think that it's insane?
It's twenty pence to spend a penny in a public lav
Jump the turnstiles, spend ten pence and then laugh
In the aftermath of conservative rule
I'm not saying Labour's done anything good at all to help this fool
But all I feel is air in my pocket
I'm out to rob some milk for my baby daughter now isn't that shocking?
I'm sick of dropping these hints, balance zero, no collateral
I'm selling big issues on the side, my back's against the wall
Hand to mouth everyday as it comes but don't quit
Fuck bling bling, throw your hands up if you know about being skint
I don't know why it makes me feel the way I do
But I feel alright, alright
And I don't know why, know why
Now keep your hands in the air if you understand just what it's like
To get to a checkout till and not have
Enough for what the girl has swiped
But you try to style it, but it's not coming off
'Cause it's the same girl you did it to about two weeks previous
Did you spot the crate of beers hid in the bottom of the trolley?
I don't think so, it was covered up by my Golf and Rolley
For that I'm sorry, Mr Tesco, I will pride about to let go
(Yo Del you got that tenner on ya?)
No, I spent my last pound on a lottery ticket
Fingers crossed Red Dale winter read out the bonus roll
My money was lost, now isn't this a trip man?
Being a real MC with no cash got me left
With less patience than Harold Shippman
Counting out pennies from the bottom
Of my sock drawer, isn't that nice?
Did a deal on baby rose and bought the care two for one's price
When I grab the mic the vice doesn't matter if I got money or not
I'm always DRS, representing UK hip hop
I'm sick of dropping these hints, balance zero, no collateral
I'm selling big issues on the side, my back's against the wall
Hand to mouth everyday as it comes but don't quit
Fuck bling bling, throw your hands up if you know about being skint
I don't know why it makes me feel the way I do
But I feel alright, alright
And I don't know why, know why
That's why I live my life on credit, not ashamed that's why I said it
Red letters, I get it, bailiffs at my door get wetted
They wanted to take my TV, my turntables, my CD collection
My baby's cot, and all my Black and Deccers
While that was going on the TV licence man turned out to my name
Got him in a headlock, sent him back the way he came
Don't want fame, want money, I do this for love
It's oh so cold outside, I gotta get my sons some gloves
We push and shove with the capital
I keep on rapping 'til the end of my days
Want the world befriending my ways
We should have a money boycott day
Send the money to me, the address is on the inside of our CD
I'll mind it for you, I'll keep it real safe
You might find me with my family and
Friends in Jamaica just taking a break
But don't hate me
I'm only this confused, frustrated, fucked-up guy that money made me
Written by: Delroy Pottinger, John Edward James Wheeler
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