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Try to get to my flat And I see him talking Triple up my pace, Got me speed walking Nothing gets under my Feet like his evil eye Got to get past them All and inside I fall and I leap and I’m freaking out Nowhere near my place and I Know that they’ve seen me now My lace got caught and It brought me down Now he’s right above me And shouting out You’re now talking To the topboy of Boxmoor flats and I am Kicking off (x2) You have stepped on my turf And I see you walking Rumours all around you’ve Letras de cancionesBeen breathe talking Nothing gets under my feet Like you wasted kind So don’t be spitting rhymes On my time Standing on your hand now You’re screaming out So say it to my face if you’ve Got something to shout about Call for your boys but they Ain’t here now Dizzy in your eyes as I hang You out to dry You’re now talking To the topboy of Boxmoor flats and I am Kicking off (x2) Topboy You think you’re Something don’t ya Well these are all my runnings And soon your days Are gonna end Topboy I’ve been here for a year I know no one can take me So soon your days are gonna end Boy, you’re going down You’re going down You’re going down I tried to get to my flat And I saw him talking Quickened up my pace, I was speed walking I never made it there To my blue front door And now I’m lying here and There’s claret on the floor You’re now talking To the topboy of Boxmoor flats and I am Kicking off (x2) From Letras Mania