Текст песни Roots Manuva - Strange Behaviour
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[Verse One]I can`t quite remember the month nor dateNothing was gwan and I was jammin round my gateStarted fiending for a Jack& but had no cashI had no choice to piggy-bank or trashIt was me and my bold self with five bags of coppersSplashed out on the counter at PJ Patel`sHe`s far from happy with my method of payI shrug my shoulders, I`m like what can you say?It`s money, ain`t it? I ain`t begging you jackAnd mood I`m in, I might just give you a slapI grip my Jack&s and I leave in peaceAs I stepped through the door he heard the kiss of my teethMinding my own business, rolling down the streetI swear I heard a female voice call my nameI stopped for a second loud as CharmaineSome sis I used to park with from way back whenWe weren`t on no bone-tip, just real good friendsWe on some hug-up and kiss, boy she looking neatHead-to-toe in new gowns and two new gold teethI said `What you want?` and she says `This and that``Well, come around my yard and let`s crack this six-pack`Back at my yard we heavy-chilling, killing timeExchanging views and getting thoughts off the mindFor three whole hours everything was coolAround quarter to twelve they took the strangest twistI`m looking in her face, I swear it looks offShe`s sweating like she dipping in some horse`s troughThen she flips out, screaming `quick, I hit a lastTrying to kick this brown but it`s busting my arse`[Chorus]Seems like the planet gone madWhat you staring in my face for?I told you dudes, I can`t save yaWhat the frigg is with this strange behaviour?Strange behaviour..[Verse Two]Charmaine the headstrong. proud miss missyFell for the local fluff dealer, she were living the high lifeSitting in the luxury`s lapLittle did she know she were braving a trapCause the thug that she loved was a two-bit thugThe notes that she speed with were dripping bloodShe were mesmerized by the rude boy charmTwo years had passed, she thought she`s safe from harmBut the past has strange way of rearing its headJust when she think it were dusted and deadIt`s like petrol bombs come flying through the windowCause there`s a ten grand price on his lifeReady to be cashed when his heartbeat ceasesAll that he tried, he can`t get no peaceCause he`s running from the beast, running from the crimsAfter all`s said and done it`s the beast that winsWhyilin on borrowed time, soon to get nabbedTwo keys of fluff that he just did grabWhen her man got nicked, Lord knows she couldn`t copeStarted hitting the bottle, started tying the ropeNow she`s trapped in the chains of the oldest tradeFlashing her vag` in my face and I`m far from keenI don`t want got business with no drugsman`s queenNahmean?[Chorus x3]What the frigg is with this strange behaviour?