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  • Текст песни диззи раскал и робби вилльямс - схожу с ума

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    Every single morning
    Wake up in the afternoon
    Cover up the mirror
    Just to get a better view
    Been around the world and never even left the room
    And I, I can’t figure out
    Why? So I just scream and shout

    [Hook: Robbie Williams]
    I believe, I believe, I believe
    I believe I’m going crazy
    Going crazy, Going crazy
    I believe I’m losing my mind

    [Verse 1: Dizzee Rascal]
    Everybody’s looking at me, but I don’t see them
    Living for the weekend, caught in the deep end
    Tryin’a tread water, do it for my unborn daughter
    Lamb to the slaughter, life’s getting shorter
    Tryin’a get high off a quarter
    I’m fly in a saucer, my life is a corker
    Star, pop bottles, date top models
    Middle finger in the air, not a care, going full throttle
    Where’s the love though?
    Nobody cares about that, where’s the club? Where’s the drugs though? Front row
    Follow the flow, Megaupload
    Feel the adrenaline rush, who’s the mug though? I don’t know

    [Pre-hook 2: Robbie Williams]
    I
    I can’t figure out
    Why?
    So I just scream and shout?

    [Hook: Robbie Williams]

    [Verse 2: Dizzee Rascal]
    Living in a bubble, my life is a puzzle
    I’m caught in the rubble, now pass me a shovel
    Now pass me a shot, and make it a double
    I’m a whole lot of trouble and I don’t do subtle
    It’s all or nothing, I don’t wanna juggle
    No crabs in a bucket, I don’t wanna huddle
    I’ve got my own name, tryn’a figure out the whole game
    Going insane, 150 in the slow lane
    Getting ahead of myself
    My God, already thinking how can I better myself
    Should I be somebody else? Should I be pacing myself?
    My car’s a rocket, and if I get too carried away, I wouldn’t know when to stop it

    [Pre-hook 2: Robbie Williams]

    [Hook: Robbie Williams]

    [Outro: Robbie Williams]
    Tryin’a get a hold of
    Tryin’a get a hold of you
    Tryin’a get control of
    Tryin’a get control of me
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