Audio Bullys, Tom Dinsdale, Simon Franks - Turned Away текст песни

Not too long ago in a land called London
I was feeling low and my life came undone
I didn’t even have a penny to my name
My minutes in the hours were just floatin' down the drain
So I started to think with the drink in the pub
That I could be pursuing other stuff
'Cause I told you take the rough with the smooth, now listen to the groove
Time gets past it, the feeling lasted
Music blasted but nothing past its stone
Gonna get my own, now we’re in the zone
Everything’s a mist to me and everything’s a mystery
The things in life you wish to be We’re leaving it to history
Better catch this life 'cause its floatin' past
We’re in the game and we’re in to last
No one knows when fate gets past
If I’m gonna go I’m goin' out with a blast
Gotta sort it out but your shit
Just turned away, just turned away girl, just turned away
Tryna' sort my problems out from day-to-day
From day to day girl, from day to day
Then there were the days went no where at all
But then I started sprayin' on the trains and the walls
Got a girl and my life got better
Left a few men feelin 'bit better
So pretty and her eyes were green
Felt proud to bring her out on the scene
About a year I was with her for
And when we broke it left me quite sore
So I clicked my heels and kept walking
Seen another that I like, now we’re talking
Well if there’s a boat to the sun, I tell you every one wants on If life for you has just begun, there’s summer at the end of the run
So when the summer days blaze on Sip a beer and look to the sun and keep it ninety-eight percent fun
Be glad when your life times done, one
Gotta sort it out but your shit just turned away
Just turned away girl, just turned away
Tryna' sort my problems out from day-to-day
From day to day girl, from day to day
Wake up early and my eyes are glazed
Reminiscing all them old school days
When I spent every day in a haze
Looking out for your loved ones pays
New Era, new serial number
When I wake from slumber, hear the thunder rumble
Don’t tumble, Frank’s in the jungle
Grey cells automatically tell tails
From Ireland to Wales, wind in my sails
Sun on my face and when I’m gone there won’t be no trace
Captivate, demonstrate, its about time to castrate
The truth from the fiction, feel the friction burns
As we learn to take turns, now listen to my terms
'Cause every single one in the world gotta turn
We’re leaving you third degree burns, as the wheel of fortune turns
Gotta sort it out but your shit just turned away
Just turned away girl, just turned away
Tryna' sort my problems out from day-to-day
From day to day girl, from day to day
Gotta sort it out but your shit just turned away
Just turned away girl, just turned away
Tryna' sort my problems out from day-to-day
From day to day girl, from day to day
If shit gets bad you’re gonna pull out of it Think twice if you’ve got any doubts with it
'Cause it’s not about pain in this life we live in Let the chapter begin
Keep on graspin' keep on lastin'
Make the future better than the past’s been
Live everyday 'cause it could be your last on Now you’re tied to the mast son
22 years in the land called London
Been dark been bright been fun son
This is for my peers in the land called London
Got your back when your world comes undone
Seen a few deaths and tragedies
I know there souls are a-float on the breeze, so for you
I’m burning some trees, can’t ever forget the deceased
Every sing day in the land called London
Some bodies tryna' look out for a some one
Lace up my shoes so they don’t come un-done
These are my words and this is my last one