Professor Green, The Streets - Crying Game lyrics

No religion
All I follow is my feet no psalms
As far as holy water I would need a bath
Even breathing stressing he didn't even ask
So far passed stressed that I
Can't even see the 'r'?
His is as I am truly, high at times I'm ruly
My minds screwed
And my moods blew as a lazuli?
Add to that my heart isn't good
I lie to these groupies
Like I like em I don't like em
I just like to get the goodies
So disrespectful giving your chick
A neck full, of salty water
She sorta looks like she bit on a pretzle
Skilled I'm passed that, I'm past them
Got that lemon pass that
Then you lucky if you see it passed back


Never trust a man with two phones
You couldn't throw Pro Green like
You'd throw two stones and Pro Green knows
I'm in the gap in this market
For the gafts and sharp wit
I laugh it off partly but
Have to start to think, no parteners in this
Just a part of the business
After the party is finished
We part with a wish
Danny Dyer eating Paella
In that dire dwelling so badly wanted out
One more try on the selling
The 80's dream was the fate of our scheme
Me, Ted Mayhem and team
In sport we were taught to be sporting
But in law we were courting something
But don't rate me in the 80's
We were naughty in the noughties
There's a parroty, now I see
That's between charity
I beat you at your peak
I'll beat you on the beak
Ask me anything, many men end here
Many never made lengths
I'll tell you when your spent

Now you care for me you see it Mike
They think I speak as nice but
I don't belive the hype now you care for me
Them man are idiots, there's no defeating us
Soon they'll see that it's a crying game

I'm on jet fuel, them man are on fumes, dizzy
I guess them man are on shrooms
I'm as bad as an animal got loose
It's sticky in the manor?
Oh when your moving Mike
Why you still moving why?
When they look at you like when you move
Don't matter what you do with the mic