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• Artiste: Lady Sovereign
• Titre: Fiddle With The Volume
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Oioioi! This is the midget's mansion. Yo. An' if you ain't invited you ain't comin' in'... by... S.O.V... It's like orcas splashin, people crashin Unnecessary drunken feuds is fashion Clean up that spilt drink or you ain't crashin My bed's out of bounds, so strictly no lashin Where's my debit card? NOBODY MOVE You ain't gettin out of dis room until I prove That you didn't take it and I misplaced it Now get out my chair. I wanna trade face, bitch! All these facety chicks 'ave gotta face it Even on a Friday evening when I'm wasted You see this life? Well you'll never gonna taste it I don't associate with wasters [Chorus:] There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard. Who's reachin? It's gettin messed up There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard. Who's reachin? It's getting mashed up There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard. Who's reachin? It's gettin messed up There's a gatherin. Where's it at? My yard. Who's reachin? It's getting fukked up! Now who's in my yard? I've lost count. There's 10 downstairs, there's 4 on the couch There's 5 runnin about, someone better bounce Before I - ding ding! And your lights are out Or you get left out, like the ginger girls are louts Someone's vomitin, give me the sponge and towel Allow it. I'll clean up the sick. Why have another sip if you can't even handle it? Lightweights � I really can't stand em Stay away 'cos I'll do sum'in random (roar) And they're monkeys, and their faces are brown And the world comes to the midget's mansion [Chorus:] Who's reachin? Who's getting �wot wot? [x7] So that's me drunk as a skunk Shaggin, like, some offbeat punks So I got scared and went to the shop and got my junk food I wasn't tryin to be rude. I was in the gatheration spirit, innit? My bedroom stinkin of fries and Guinness I gave it one look and I said "Bin it!" "She said that she'd be back in a minute." Izzit? How 'bout next Friday? [Chorus x2] Yeah. Get to know dis. Gatheration. It's not called a house party no more. Yeah. Gatheration Nation. Lady Sovereign, on time. Make way for the S.O.V.!