Too Much Yayo Songtext

von The Streets

Worum geht es in dem Song?

"Too Much Yayo" ist ein Song der britischen Band The Streets und handelt von verschiedenen Themen wie dem Leben im Momen...

Ayy, ayy

Like a little theatre show
That we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home
Looking down from in the gods as people go on below
Trapped inside the nightclub, tiny little minds are alone
Lighting passing overhead which misses some
And then finds them like they are prison-breaking from Alcatraz into their minds
Heavens say they sin just for fun
Of the seven deadly sins envy is the only not fun

Way-oh
Too much yayo
Way-oh
Too much yayo

Get some chips

Living in the present is like
Trying to sit on the very, very head of a pin
Which is why we try to lose our heads whatever the thing
But you can′t run away from there's no place that far
Pin-balling around to the rhythm
Hitting the points and bouncing straight back between flippers and in
People are so pleased that their plight
They are not the first to feel this, not even tonight

Ay, why do I never learn?
Monday, Tuesday, my head feeling hurt
Wednesday, done doing death
Thursday, Friday, come do it again

Leave the ash on your cigarette and wait for it to fall
Feel the alleyway is full, you wait for nothing at all
Smiling like he′s loving a text
But he's watching his own Snapchat 'cause he′s loving his self

He don′t like pain, but he must quite like hell
He don't like cocaine, he just quite likes the smell
Crying′s the weapon of the weak
Slander is the anger if you after getting nowhere

Way-oh
Too much yayo
Way-oh

Ay, why do I never learn
Monday, Tuesday, my head feeling hurt
Wednesday, done doing death
Thursday, Friday, come do it again

Way-oh
Too much yayo
Way-oh
Too much yayo

Like a little theatre show
That we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home
Looking down from in the gods as people go on below
Trapped inside the nightclub, tiny little minds are alone
Lighting passing overhead which misses some
And then finds them like they are prison-breaking from Alcatraz into their minds
Heavens say they sin just for fun
Of the seven deadly sins envy is the only not fun

Way-oh
Too much yayo
Way-oh
Too much yayo

I can be to be in this show
That we used to make