Don't Stop - Chase & Status, Bugzy Malone

Bugzy Malone

(D-d-d-d-don't stop)

Chase and Status

(D-d-d-don't stop)

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They’re not talking no more

They just don’t see eye to eye

Since the break-up it’s all been shaky

But we all tryna get by

And now that I’m partially famous

People think I’m a different guy, but I’m not

It’s just that they get about in the daytime, I get about at night

Long-lost siblings that I don’t chat to

Old friends I never get back to

The exposure’s coming in way too fast

And I can’t stand still like a statue

I gotta keep moving

Still tryna figure out if I’m built for this

Thing is, I know man would kill for this

I know girls that would come off the pill for this

I can’t stop, it’s like I’m on a pilgrimage

Five years in, flying like I’m on a Buzz Lightyear ting

To infinity and beyond

I’m a sinner that don’t belong (that don’t belong)

I’m a sinner that don’t belong, I’m a sinner that don’t belong

(That dont belong)

I’m a sinner that don’t belong, I’m a sinner that don’t belong

Somebody sent a hitman out, but I’m on to them

And they stay tryna break my confidence

They must think I’m build of compliments

But on a scale of one to ten, I’m at nine point nine

I’m at nine point nine

And they don’t wanna see me when I reach ten

D-d-d-d-d-don't stop, d-d-d-don't stop

D-d-d-d-d-don't stop, d-d-d-don't stop

A part of me wants 'em to fix it

But the other half of me knows

That way too much war went under too many bridges

Deep down I just wanna see them risk it

Deep down I just want back simplistic

This is all complex, gotta sound twisted

But I’m not twisted, I’m just a misfit

Turns out that the misfit was gifted

I think it unrealistic

People are poor, yet materialistic

I’m not even sure that I would admit that

I tell the truth sometimes to be different

I blow money for the hell of it

But the way that I feel is irrelevant

'Cause I’m smiling when I’m in a shop

But when I leave straight back to feelin' delicate

Straight back to feelin' negative

I don’t wanna end up like the relatives

So I took couple of doors off to make sure

That I don’t go back to claiming benefits

I’m a sinner that don’t belong, I’m a sinner that don’t belong

(That don’t belong)

I’m a sinner that don’t belong, I’m a sinner that don’t belong

Somebody sent a hitman out, but I’m on to them

And they stay tryna break my confidence

They must think I’m build of compliments

But on a scale of one to ten, I’m at nine point nine

I’m at nine point nine

And they don’t wanna see me when I reach ten

D-d-d-d-d-don't stop, d-d-d-don't stop

D-d-d-d-d-don't stop, d-d-d-don't stop

Somebody sent a hitman out, but I’m on to them

And they stay tryna break my confidence

They must think I’m build of compliments

But on a scale of one to ten, I’m a nine point nine

I’m at nine point nine

And they don’t wanna see me when I reach ten

Somebody sent a hitman out, but I’m on to them

And they stay tryna break my confidence

They must think I’m build of compliments

But on a scale of one to ten, I’m a nine point nine

I’m at nine point nine

And they don’t wanna see me when I reach ten