The Streets, Chip, Grim Sickers - Call Me in the Morning Lyrics

Lurking in the corner
Murdered out as always
Like we're all in mourning
Call me in the morning

Lurking in the corner
Murdered out as always
Like we're all in mourning
Call me in the morning

Listen up in the back
They call me trouble in the black
Call up the woman in black
Let's have fun with it man
We can have fun 'til they're mad
Just making me happy, lucky man
But just like Mick and Keith
"No colors anymore I want it painted black"

Nothing to see here
No need to frisk me, no way
This state of play is risky
No face, no case of whiskey
Put throttle to the Vodka
Chill out the bottom of the toxin
To admit I have a problem will take me a lot of bottle

These days are too short
But the week is long
If I hit myself and it hurts
Am I weak or strong?

They call me trouble in the black
Call up the woman in black
Let's have fun with it man
We can have fun 'til they're mad

Those four deadly sins
All that's everything, all that's everything
Those four deadly sins
All that's everything, all that's everything

Got to murder it out
All black everything, all black everything
All black everything

Lurking in the corner
Murdered out as always
Like we're all in mourning
Call me in the morning

Lurking in the corner
Murdered out as always
Like we're all in mourning
Call me in the morning

Listen up little man (listen)
They call me big Chip, man
North London, man
I have fun with it, man
Zoots and yak with gyal
Penthouse suite dem bang
Check out boom bam (gone)
You just stepped on man
'Pon the river, 'pon the bank
Big animal, no elephant man
Big dog, give 'em a run then fam
Man run them man
Best remind them man
I don't give a fuck or damn boy
You ain't got a mind like mine
Little (?) chichi good gettin' neck
Reading my (?) book
Been a threat
Any Sound, Chippy good
Bill a splagz
Bit of Chip
Hella kush
Wanna send?
Want send?

Pirate man, Caribbean man
Not Johnny Depp, nah it's not an act
How many spitters try to see man murked?
That didn't work on my own I'm a Gambit
Man changed their plan (fix up!) in my section man
Mad man section man
Bring no chicken MC's to a seasoned vet
Man, batter and fry them, man
I'm the Colonel, man (yep, yep)

He wants a bargain, bark him, fuck it, chuck it, swear I love it
Come on, talkin' buzz mi deh yah
Run out of what dawg, mi deh yah
Peanut head full of clips
Man no like hypocrites (mm woo)
Penthouse suite with your bitch (mm mm mm)
(Chip'n)

Lurking in the corner
Murdered out as always
Like we're all in mourning
Call me in the morning

Lurking in the corner
Murdered out as always
Like we're all in mourning
Call me in the morning

Listen up big man
Call me Grim Sick, man man
(?) Brandy man but I'm a magnum man
West Swindon man, with a (?) gang
Every (?) gets jammed
Girl whine on man with a mic in hand
You can't style on man
You see me?
Feel that style old man?
(?)
25 girls for 5, 4 man
You a timeline man
Girl from Paris and girl from Milan
Ring man as soon as they land
You won't understand
3-4 Grand
Call me Sick (?) I'm the (?)

(?)
(?)
Certain MC's can't see me again
They got a
(?)
We're not friend
Backstage don't party with them
Forest Hill?

Block that number can't call me again
(?)
Shutting down
Better for the likes
Dry you eyes when the boat capsized
Three or four times not even Captain Jack would survive
Hop out the whip into our next ride
Don't happen now there won't be a next time
(Ay Ay Ay)

Lurking in the corner
Murdered out as always
Like her all in mourning
Call me in the morning

Lurking in the corner
Murdered out as always
Like her all in mourning
Call me in the morning