Ratatat - The Skints

I know with a bit of control you could be a little better,

better yet a better friend to me (me say that) I know you could get your life in order,

hear it knocking on your door with a Ratatat-tat.

I know with a bit of control you could be a little better,

better yet a better friend to me, (me say that) I know you could get your life in order, hear it knocking on your door with a Ratatat-tat. (tat tat tat tat)

Cause I mark it as a must have,

ride it like a mustang,

ignore it like your phone rang,

say it like I have saying took away my life man,

took away my life line, couldn’t be my only.

When you see me you treat me like a piece of meat,

like a DVD cause i’m a VCR,

see and I will be ghastly cause i lost my last me,

ran around for your sake so I’m gonna get nasty

(CHORUS) I know that you are no good for me.

One more time and then you’ll set me free.

I’m rocking back and forth of course I’ll blame it on myself.

Falling apart like a fragment, climbing back into my shell.

And it’s bait that’s she’s making me change

Love became hate and rage

I’m locked up, but I aint in a cell,

Aint cocked up but I’m blaming myself,

Long stuff feeling pain from a girl.

Monged out and away from the world for a minute,

Friends say it’s the way of the world that I live in,

And I don’t wanna give it.

But honestly I’m finished and the quality’s diminished

and I’m feeling kinda sick-ish,

Hook, line and sinker like fishes,

Never took time and did my three wishes,

Make a hook/line and keep myself singing,

Could say that I’ve scored and ain’t winning,

But mate that’s women, innit.

(CHORUS) I know that you are no good for me. One more time and then you’ll set me free.

Got a little bit of 8-bit raggabit.

My reggae vibe alive, having all of it.

Visit all eternity it stops while I play,

when I’m physically yearning for the bass while i’m holding it.

Got a little bit of Grime, no crime.

Cosmically fly, well you’re gonna be mine

Frank West better make it cause he’s running up high,

me ah dead the undead, one rhyme at a time!

One more time, so divine, one of mine,

bickering ain’t gonna make you get in line this time.

Me second maybe lady will evolve? I’m trying!

But you’re keeping me right here with your protective stylin.

Can you hear the bell ah ring? I hear the bell ah chime,

man ah say me ah the one but I know you tell a lie you know you made me wanna die?

I had a cry, no style, read the signs me haffi say goodbye.

(CHORUS) I know that you are no good for me. One more time and then you’ll set me free.

You get down… my soul ah weak and you’ve been messing around. But this sound, rocking around the system. My likkle soul, me dancing around!

Now hold up.