toosik

Sitting here tripping through a rolled haze,
Im just sipping beer and thinking about the old days,
before coldplay was there, yeah while we rolled js,
It was Wallace and Shakur and Jam master J.
I really wasn't sure when the man passed away,
That without his ****ing music i can't last a day,
My old man used to say,
If you live your life scared then you'll just waste away,
So take a taste and say,
If you don't like it, then don't fight it,
99% of the people out there know that life's ****,
the other one percent living in a tight fit,
Society balanced on a knife's tip.
But a slight slip in the balance and it might flip,
Turn your ****ing lights out like a light switch,
Say goodnight bitch, i hope you've got a tight grip,
On your sanity, dry your eyes here have a haniky,
see that your vanity,
Is gonna be the one and only thing that'll make you prang of me,
I don't give a damn you see, i just wanna see you handing me,
Every single thing that you've got up on your mantelpiece.
Cos its a thiefs theme , so have a sweet dream,
Im gonna be in your house so keep your sheets clean,
It at least seemed, that i used to be a sweet teen,
Now i creep about quiet as a mouse, and now Im reaching,
For them sweet things, that you keep up on your shelf,
If you come in and catch me Im gonna creep up on yourself.
Don't get stressed cos stress is bad for your health,
And don't leave your windows open cos its bad for your wealth,
I feel bad for your girl, she must be feeling mad but Im glad for them pearls,
Im the baddest in the world.
I come up in stealth, Im bad for your self esteem,
To make it worse i was lean.
When i did it i couldn't be bothered with the cash machine,
So i thought id just snatch them jeans,
A little bit rash it seems, but its easy,
Im like robin hood cos i rob from the rich and then give it to the needy,
In the sense that it feeds me, freely,
So i do exactly what needs be.
But Im not rich yet,
still got to ask to be set,
a cigarette, still not bigger yet, sitting on a bigger jet,
With a girl with a bigger set,
Of tits yes, than Abby Titmus, it feels like its Christmas.
But til that day you gotta keep the belief,
Keep on rolling with the theme of mischief,
The rhyme and the.reef.
The theme of the thief.