- Votes:
- Composer:
- Mike Skinner
 
- See also:
Streets - GeT Out My House (Remix) lyrics
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 weedStreets - GeT Out My House (Remix) - http://motolyrics.com/streets/get-out-my-house-remix-lyrics.html
 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








