Sick World - Sway, Suwese

Ladies and gentlemen

Hello

But in Spanish that’s

Au revoir, auf wiedersehen

(That is the wrong way round!)

Ok then

Auf wiedersehen, au revoir

You see there are three types of people in this world

People that can count

And people that can’t

And with this in mind

I’m gonna present to you

The only one who counts

Sway!

Take it away Sway

Hello everybody

I’m Sway

Welcome to my world

I’m coming to you from the same place as the Spice Girls

But I don’t flipping sit around sipping tea

I rap more than Santa Claus on Christmas Eve

And when I show up

The crowd stares in disbelief

And the host drops the mic

And kisses his teeth

I’m the reason some of these A&Rs are crying

Coz their MDs are screaming down the phone

«Why the hell haven’t we signed him?»

(We can’t find him!)

Some of these rappers need reminding

«mate»

Coz even in Australia I’m flying

But keep trying

You only live once

So if you ain’t living it up

You ain’t living

You’re dying

Sick world

That’s all up in my mind

I don’t know what is wrong

I don’t know what is right

(No, no)

This world

That’s going on inside

Don’t know who to kick out

Or who I should invite

(Host, host)

(Ey mate!)

(Sway!)

(What you wanna do mate?)

(Do you wanna put it on the barbie?)

(Or put it in the barbie?)

(Barbie barbie barbie)

(Bobby Brown)

One day

I wanna be bigger than Peter Andre

Or bigger than the pair of lips

Kissing on Beyonce

Bigger than the willy shown in «Any Given Sunday»

Seven units in Amsterdam

Sweden

And Francais

The other day me and my enemy was beefing

So I hit him in the face with a baseball bat

And he was bleeding

Somebody asked why I did it

I said I didn’t

I was swinging it

And you knows bats

It didn’t see him

I’m going to America

Like Slick Rick and Floetry

To show everybody my big bollocks

And British poetry

But if I flop

I’ll just come back in disguise

Tie a British flag over my face

So no one knows it’s me

(Sway!)

Sick world

That’s all up in my mind

I don’t know what is wrong

I don’t know what is right

(No, no)

This world

That’s going on inside

Don’t know who to kick out

Or who I should invite

(Host, host)

(Hey!)

(Foolish boy!)

(Whariis you are doin'?)

(This is nonsense)

(Nonsense oh!)

(Didn't swim all the way from Ghana for this oh!)

(No way)

From the day I was born

I been torn between two worlds

My imagination and normal

Got bored of watching horror films and porn

Thus my mind conjured up thoughts abnormal

Trapped in a world I made that ain’t mine

And you can’t see it all in a day

It takes time

Come visit my living room of lyrics and you’ll find

There’s a picture of my future in my frame of mind

You see me?

I got too much CDs

And watch too much TV

One day my teacher asked me what I want to be

At parent’s evening

And I replied

«I want to be a tree»

He laughed

But then my mum started cussing me in Twi

And over the days

The ladies never wanted me, like

«Uh, like Derek’s like as ugly as can be»

Coz my tooth

Wasn’t exactly straight

Know what I mean, gov?

Like, me and the dentist wasn’t exactly mates

So for about a year I had to wear a flippin' brace

Feeling like a punk for 350 days

Then I took off my braces

Got beard in places

Now if a chick don’t like me she’s racist

Sick world

That’s all up in my mind

I don’t know what is wrong

I don’t know what is right

(No, no)

This world

That’s going on inside

Don’t know who to kick out

Or who I should invite

(Host, host)

Sick world

That’s all up in my mind

I don’t know what is wrong

I don’t know what is right

(No, no)

This world

That’s going on inside

Don’t know who to kick out

Or who I should invite

(Host, host)

It’s a sick world

It’s a sick world

It’s a sick world

It’s a sick world