Audio Bullys - Turned away - radio edit lyrics

AUDIO BULLYS Not too long ago in a land called London I was feeling low and my life came undone I didn't even have a penny to my name My minutes in the hours were just floatin' down the drain So I started to think with the drink in the pub That I could be pursuing other stuff 'Cause I told you take the rough with the smooth, now listen to the groove Time gets past it, the feeling lasted Music blasted but nothing past its stone Gonna get my own, now we're in the zone Everything's a mist to me and everything's a mystery The things in life you wish to be We're leaving it to history Better catch this life 'cause its floatin' past We're in the game and we're in to last No one knows when fate gets past If I'm gonna go I'm goin' out with a blast Gotta sort it out but your sh** Just turned away, just turned away girl, just turned away Tryna' sort my problems out from day-to-day From day to day girl, from day to day Then there were the days went no where at all But then I started sprayin' on the trains and the walls Got a girl and my life got better Left a few men feelin 'bit better So pretty and her eyes were green Felt proud to bring her out on the scene About a year I was with her for And when we broke it left me quite sore So I clicked my heels and kept walking Seen another that I like, now we're talking Well if there's a boat to the sun, I tell you every one wants on If life for you has just begun, there's summer at the end of the run So when the summer days blaze on Sip a beer and look to the sun and keep it ninety-eight percent fun Be glad when your life times done, one Gotta sort it out but your sh** just turned away Just turned away girl, just turned away Tryna' sort my problems out from day-to-day From day to day girl, from day to day Wake up early and my eyes are glazed Reminiscing all them old school days When I spent every day in a haze Looking out for your loved ones pays New Era, new serial number When I wake from slumber, hear the thunder rumble Don't tumble, Frank's in the jungle Grey cells automatically tell tails From Ireland to Wales, wind in my sails Sun on my face and when I'm gone there won't be no trace Captivate, demonstrate, its about time to castrate The truth from the fiction, feel the friction burns As we learn to take turns, now listen to my terms 'Cause every single one in the world gotta turn We're leaving you third degree burns, as the wheel of fortune turns Gotta sort it out but your sh** just turned away Just turned away girl, just turned away Tryna' sort my problems out from day-to-day From day to day girl, from day to day Gotta sort it out but your sh** just turned away Just turned away girl, just turned away Tryna' sort my problems out from day-to-day From day to day girl, from day to day If sh** gets bad you're gonna pull out of it Think twice if you've got any doubts with it 'Cause it's not about pain in this life we live in Let the chapter begin Keep on graspin' keep on lastin' Make the future better than the past's been Live everyday 'cause it could be your last on Now you're tied to the mast son 22 years in the land called London Been dark been bright been fun son This is for my peers in the land called London Got your back when your world comes undone Seen a few d**hs and tragedies I know there souls are a-float on the breeze, so for you I'm burning some trees, can't ever forget the deceased Every sing day in the land called London Some bodies tryna' look out for a some one Lace up my shoes so they don't come un-done These are my words and this is my last one