[Hook, Mr Spyce]
One shot’s all you got at this life
Caused ‘nuff strife but now you under the knife
You could've should've gone a different way before you lost the whole plot
Blinded by the flash of one shot (One shot!)
One shot’s all you got at this life
Caused ‘nuff strife but now you under the knife
You could've should've gone a different way before you lost the whole plot
Blinded by the flash of one shot (One shot!)
[Verse 1, Mr Shylock]
Now in my early days I was a wild smoking tiles
Little ignoramus talking heinous
Who the Hell could blame us?
Miscellaneous no fun gun to be had
So I acted mad, drinking Thunderbirds with the lads
Take a photo, geez, we's the bee's knees
Me and my friend, P, the world was our oyster
Thought we had the flavour like Royster's
Wishing for the roughneck reps walking roughneck steps
Kept our pockets light, running in the nights
Spray can in the hand spray of chrome, then I'm home at first light
Right, P was the daddy, parental with mental block
I was the childhood scum, snooker balls in a sock
But, while I was just a dazed, crazed, individual
P was standing vigil of visions of the criminal
Subliminal, gotta get the cash
Gotta get the corn, gotta sell the hash
Gotta get myself some form
Changed the norm from the school yard
The fool yard
Acting like a gangster
We talked like Humphrey Bogart
Oh God, my God tried to get through
Talked myself blue 'cause he's got a new crew
When two, years later I'm making music for the brain
I heard the word out on P that he was on the cane
Insane, excuse my cynicism
Because my ex-best friend is doing 7 years in prison
One shot’s all you got at this life
Caused ‘nuff strife but now you under the knife
You could've should've gone a different way before you lost the whole plot
Blinded by the flash of one shot (One shot!)
One shot’s all you got at this life
Caused ‘nuff strife but now you under the knife
You could've should've gone a different way before you lost the whole plot
Blinded by the flash of one shot (One shot!)
[Verse 1, Mr Shylock]
Now in my early days I was a wild smoking tiles
Little ignoramus talking heinous
Who the Hell could blame us?
Miscellaneous no fun gun to be had
So I acted mad, drinking Thunderbirds with the lads
Take a photo, geez, we's the bee's knees
Me and my friend, P, the world was our oyster
Thought we had the flavour like Royster's
Wishing for the roughneck reps walking roughneck steps
Kept our pockets light, running in the nights
Spray can in the hand spray of chrome, then I'm home at first light
Right, P was the daddy, parental with mental block
I was the childhood scum, snooker balls in a sock
But, while I was just a dazed, crazed, individual
P was standing vigil of visions of the criminal
Subliminal, gotta get the cash
Gotta get the corn, gotta sell the hash
Gotta get myself some form
Changed the norm from the school yard
The fool yard
Acting like a gangster
We talked like Humphrey Bogart
Oh God, my God tried to get through
Talked myself blue 'cause he's got a new crew
When two, years later I'm making music for the brain
I heard the word out on P that he was on the cane
Insane, excuse my cynicism
Because my ex-best friend is doing 7 years in prison
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