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Get Out Of My House Lyrics - A Grand Don't Come For Free - Streets

Go, get out of my house 

Please and actually give me back my keys 

But I'll be proper angry 

If you're not back later on your knees 

 

Look, if I'm talking to you you shouldn't be gawping in thin air 

You're so selfish but what about us, as in pair? 

I needed you to come over man, I needed you to be near 

I'm about to do something crazy, you'll regret this, I swear 

This one time I really needed you to head over mine where 

I was throwing up all morning it was all in my hair 

Then because I was so dizzy I almost fell down the stairs 

Like you always do, you know, you just don't fucking care 

 

Go, get out of my house 

Please and actually give me back my keys 

But I'll be proper angry 

If you're not back later on your knees 

 

Look, come on, calm down, it wasn't all totally like that 

You're over-reacting just a bit, maybe we can sit down and chat? 

It's just you know I had stuff to do, you know, this and that 

Maybe it wasn't so important as you being in the sack 

But I had to sort out my pills man, I needed to stock up my stash 

I couldn't do it any other day, I had to do it then, quick, snap 

And you didn't want me there last Sat so I left you on your jack 

And this Saturday I thought it was the same deal 

As last Sat at your gaff 

 

Go, get out of my house 

Please and actually give me back my keys 

But I'll be proper angry 

If you're not back later on your knees 

 

You don't care about my broken TV 

I sit on my sofa all day smoking weed 

I never phoned that bloke from the TV company 

So please don't be like this, please, please, please 

 

Actually now I think about it, what am I guilty about? 

I felt like I was in the wrong, I felt like I was the lout 

Oi, this is what happened last Saturday now, I think I remember now 

You were ill last Saturday and two weeks before that little 'bout 

You know I need that medication for my epilepsy now 

Or I run the risk of having a fit, you know I can't go without 

So when you being in bed is because last night you got pissed 

It's you that's being selfish, it's you that don't give a shit 

 

I'm gone, I'll get out your house 

Then I'll never be back again 

But I'll still be 'cieving 

When you text me to make up and be friends 

 

So there you go, eh? Don't try and gimme that shit, right? 

Because, d'you know what I mean? 

You're not exactly fuckin', y'know d'you know what I mean? 

It don't really matter anymore, d'you know what I mean? 

It's hard enough to remember my opinions 

Without remembering my reasons for them 

You're confusing me now 

 

I'm not gonna give you an example, I can't remember an example 

You do it all the time, you know, that thing that you do 

I look, I can't remember when you last did it can I? I'm gone anyway 

I'm never gonna darken your towers again, I'll tell you that 

And that thing about femme fatal yeah? 

She's fit, and she's fitter than you anyway 

I like her, d'you know what I mean? I'm never gonna meet her 

So before you get these jealous I like her, y'know 

 

You can turn that off 

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