Fickle Dizzee Rascal

Intro/Pre-Chorus:
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
D-D-Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I’ll find when I reach (rewind)
D-Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind (‘cause I)
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I’ll find when I reach reach

Hook:
(‘cause I got) so much to say, in so little time
In such a short space I’ve got so much to do
But if I can’t find a way around, I’ll find a way across
And if I can’t a way across, I’ll bore straight through X2

Verse 1:
I find myself in a pickle
This music game is fickle
Surrounded by big dogs that I consider lickle
As they try-‘n’ step I tickle…
… feet-of the giants and my appliance of knowledge makes waves from a ripple
On my shoulder is a chip(‘ll)
Some love it, some hate the idea
I still publicly thug it
Squeeze a dollar from a nickel
My outlook: feel free to judge it
I’ll be damned if you budge it
Got my name on my chequebook – sole trading
I ain’t even old ageing but question if my souls fading
I’m maintaining
‘cause I can’t say I’m ?????
But who’s to say I’ll make unless I fake it
And if I phonify myself, will it bonify my wealth
It’s painstaking I’ve got my head aching
Stressed out ‘cause I let my money rake in