Text: Streets. GeT Out My House (Remix).

Go, get out of my house
Please and actually give me back my keys
But I'll be proper angry
If you're not back later on your knees

Look, if I'm talking to you you shouldn't be gawping in thin air
You're so selfish but what about us, as in pair?
I needed you to come over man, I needed you to be near
I'm about to do something crazy, you'll regret this, I swear
This one time I really needed you to head over mine where
I was throwing up all morning it was all in my hair
Then because I was so dizzy I almost fell down the stairs
Like you always do, you know, you just don't fucking care

Go, get out of my house
Please and actually give me back my keys
But I'll be proper angry
If you're not back later on your knees

Look, come on, calm down, it wasn't all totally like that
You're over-reacting just a bit, maybe we can sit down and chat?
It's just you know I had stuff to do, you know, this and that
Maybe it wasn't so important as you being in the sack
But I had to sort out my pills man, I needed to stock up my stash
I couldn't do it any other day, I had to do it then, quick, snap
And you didn't want me there last Sat so I left you on your jack
And this Saturday I thought it was the same deal
As last Sat at your gaff

Go, get out of my house
Please and actually give me back my keys
But I'll be proper angry
If you're not back later on your knees

You don't care about my broken TV
I sit on my sofa all day smoking weed
I never phoned that bloke from the TV company

So please don't be like this, please, please, please

Actually now I think about it, what am I guilty about?
I felt like I was in the wrong, I felt like I was the lout
Oi, this is what happened last Saturday now, I think I remember now
You were ill last Saturday and two weeks before that little 'bout
You know I need that medication for my epilepsy now
Or I run the risk of having a fit, you know I can't go without
So when you being in bed is because last night you got pissed
It's you that's being selfish, it's you that don't give a shit

I'm gone, I'll get out your house
Then I'll never be back again
But I'll still be 'cieving
When you text me to make up and be friends

So there you go, eh? Don't try and gimme that shit, right?
Because, d'you know what I mean?
You're not exactly fuckin', y'know d'you know what I mean?
It don't really matter anymore, d'you know what I mean?
It's hard enough to remember my opinions
Without remembering my reasons for them
You're confusing me now

I'm not gonna give you an example, I can't remember an example
You do it all the time, you know, that thing that you do
I look, I can't remember when you last did it can I? I'm gone anyway
I'm never gonna darken your towers again, I'll tell you that
And that thing about femme fatal yeah?
She's fit, and she's fitter than you anyway
I like her, d'you know what I mean? I'm never gonna meet her
So before you get these jealous I like her, y'know

You can turn that off