Doing my thing Yeah so I dance like Travolta with a stroke My moves may be cheap but you can tell I'm going for broke And if you took a look in my direction, you might see that I have an erection I've got three kids and a mortgage b***h But to tell you the truth tonight I don't give a s**t Cos I'm out on the town, I'm gonna paint it red And the way things are going I may end up dead Cos I'm doing my thing Baby I don't care I'm doing my thing It's like you're not there I'm doing my thing And if you don't get it I've one thing to say And don't you forget it F**k you Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na I'm the oldest f**ker in the club by far Acting like a dick like a real superstar I may come across as mentally challenged I can't seem to keep my sense of balance I'm gonna get well f**ked up all night Gotta work in the morning but that's alright, Cos I know that tomorrow never comes And if it does I'm having too much fun Cos I'm doing my thing Baby I don't care I'm doing my thing It's like you're not there I'm doing my thing And if you don't get it I've one thing to say And don't you forget it F**k you Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na if I keep this s**t up I know I’m gonna die And ever now and then it kinda makes me wanna cry gotta think of my kids cos to be honest they deserve better than a pool of vomit I’m gonna cut this s**t out right now Or at least tomorrow unless somehow I could stop the voices in my head Saying every time I wanna go to bed Have another beer, have another line, have another beer, have a good time Where the drunks, where the punks where the girls at Where the freaks where the geeks of the world at Where the drugs, where the blunts where the booze at You wanna go to sleep Nah f**k that. Cos I'm doing my thing Baby I don't care I'm doing my thing It's like you're not there I'm doing my thing And if you don't get it I've one thing to say And don't you forget it Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Lyrics by Lewca

What Went Wrong When we met we were very young All we thought about was having fun But in the end when the deed was done We both agreed on the long run So we had lots and lots of sex I remember well it was the best When we got married on a beach Your beauty blew me off my feet But three kids and mortgage later We were caught in a routine, we had lost sight of our dreams, Yeah we were barely human beings. Subject to sleep deprivation A deep sense of frustration, We were both wondering Well what went wrong You tell me all your dreams and I don't care I turn around to touch you're not there But do you remember when we were beautiful? Baby, what went wrong? We were having arguments, We were both downright adamant, Gain of cause was paramount, The whole affair was tantamount o a nightmare. You were distraught, And I, in short, wasn’t there. You gave me signals with flashing lights But I just didn’t really care You fell in love with someone else And I forgot to love myself I wasn’t taking care of you Not the way you wanted me to. It finally occurred to me I simply just had to be strong. I took a long look in the mirror And asked what went wrong You tell me all your dreams and I don't care I turn around to touch you're not there But do you remember when we were beautiful? Baby, what went wrong? Lyrics by Lewca

Champions It was july 2008 On a Sunday afternoon it was getting late I tuned in to the wimbledon final Roger Federer was facing his rival Nadal was winning, he was up two sets and my friend kept on grinning which was making me upset he said “don’t worry mate, cos it ain’t over yet” And low and behold they were soon neck a neck. It was a nerve-racking experience ; I drank a lot of whisky And that fourth set tiebreaker almost f**king killed me By the end of the match we were dazed and confused My friend looked at me and said “how can he lose? We all wanna be champions that’s true Then again what are ya gonna do ? If you can’t do s**t mate that’s alright We’re just gonna get s**t faced all night We all wanna be champions that’s true Then again what are ya gonna do ? Boy, you’re fronting like a champion You’ve even got your own theme song But your s**t show wont last long Cos you ain’t got a clue why going on Boy, you ain’t no f**king champion Nah, you ain’t no f**king champion you ain’t no f**king champion you ain’t no f**king champion Suddenly it’s four in the morning i’m meandering through tescos Buying frozen pizza and a little pot of pesto I got a case of the munchies cos I had a liquid lunch, i had had a liquid everything every day for the last month When I get back to the flat my mate is passed Out on the sofa I give him a little shove to check he aint in a coma He groans a little bit so I decide that he’s ok I pour myself a glass of wine and reflect on my day I contemplate the obstacles on my quest to achieving greatness. I wonder what would roger do? Most likely something gracious. The sun comes up, holy f**k is that the time? I decide to go to bed as I have finished all the wine We all wanna be champions that’s true Then again what are ya gonna do ? If you can’t do s**t mate that’s alright We’re just gonna get s**t faced all night We all wanna be champions that’s true Then again what are ya gonna do ? Boy, you’re fronting like a champion You’ve even got your own theme song But your s**t show wont last long Cos you ain’t got a clue why going on Boy, you ain’t no f**king champion Nah, you ain’t no f**king champion you ain’t no f**king champion you ain’t no f**king champion Lyrics by Lewca

HOLLYWOOD I be riding in my neighbourhood think I’m feeling kind of good Acting like it’s Hollywood Got my zone like I’m Robin Hood Indeed there’s a Hollywood I’m a dog outside these crossing roads Song’s like my attitude Always deepens on my mood I was born in a squat on Hazelrig road, then I moved to Brixton when I was two years old, I went to school near Brockwell park, way before the synagogue became a car park Back then the neighbourhood wasn’t quite as quiet We lost a car in the Brixton riots, it was flipped upside down and set on fire. I watched from the window as the flames rose higher I’m Brixton born and raised, Latchkey taught me how to behave, How to play backgammon, how to cheat at rummy, To never back down and always land running. I work a day shift cos i need to feed my kids, I got a makeshift studio to drop ad libs And if this may seem like fun and games well s**t Life ain’t always what it seems is it ? I be riding in my neighbourhood think I’m feeling kind of good Acting like it’s Hollywood Got my zone like I’m Robin Hood I maintain this thick feelin Im ready for that quick winning Like blow out, overnight Im slowed up but I keep speeding that's soul searchin now happenin Had the gold rush now its more chillin Too rough for my own town Thats too much For a gold diggin In a sense Im not here Im not now Im so faded Intervene that skin girl so wasted Im so wit it Pretty girl you move well But that thin body Gotta get fat Cant front wit em big curves And I dig that I be riding in my neighbourhood think I’m feeling kind of good Acting like it’s Hollywood Got my zone like I’m Robin Hood Well I’ve lived in London and I’ve lived in Paris I could live on the road with a horse and carriage Wherever i lay my head to rest Is the place in the world that i love best And I’ll be riding through my neighbourhood Acting like it’s Hollywood I’m in my zone like I’m Robin Hood Yeah… Lyrics by Lo Swing & Lewca

Back from the Dead Wake up, under my bed feeling just like a pig has s**t in my head Can't remember what happened last night Hope to f**k that everything is alright That i didn't hurt anybody, who didn't deserve it And the red stains on my shirt are just strawberry sherbet It seems like I'm having a panic attack But It's cos ok I'm used to that To navigate through this stormy weather I Need to get my s**t together I'm on my way to the barbers I'm gonna have s**t, shave and a haircut Then some coffee and maybe some eggs With a bit of bacon well that would be perfect This s**t will bring me back from the dead Hell yeah, I’m back from the dead! Get in a fight with my girlfriend She says were not communicating But deep down I know the real reason is I wont take her ice skating I tell her that I don't like the cold And that I have sensitive skin She calls me a real a***hole and kicks me in the shin I say that she's being unfair She's not acknowledging my needs So she grabs me by the hair And hits me in the till i bleed II'm on my way to the barbers I'm gonna have s**t, shave and a haircut Then some coffee and maybe some eggs With a bit of bacon well that would be perfect This s**t will bring me back from the dead Hell yeah, I’m back from the dead! Turn up late to work again And the managers on my case And as he's yelling at me he spits right in my face So I tell him a thing or two about personal hygiene He really flips his lid and becomes quite obscene I explain that language is unbecoming of his job He turns bright fucking red and tells me to f**k off I'm on my way to the barbers I'm gonna have s**t, shave and a haircut Then some coffee and maybe some eggs With a bit of bacon well that would be perfect This s**t will bring me back from the dead Hell yeah, I’m back from the dead! Lyrics by Lewca