歌手:Professor Green
专辑:《At Your Inconvenience》

作曲 : Stephen Manderson/Markus Wagner/Reinhard Rietsch
CHORUS
How many moons.
How many mornings.
How many moons.
How many mornings.
Have I got left till I've no breath left to breathe
how long's left for me
whatever the time,
for the rest of mine
I'm gonna spend time
putting an end to my
enemies who wanna put an end to my shine
why bother try offending me!?
It's off with the heads of these swines!
When I sign out you're gonna remember me!
VERSE 1
Remember me?
Don't nobody wanna send for me!
The only time they mention me
or speak or me disrespectfully
is when they sleep!
I've been between a lot of legs;Like the body of a centipede
Please enemies be more courteous,
save me the sweet an'forget to breath
Life'd be easier,
I could ease it up,
Instead I look like somebody trying to squeeze a dump
an'I ain't eaten in months,
any of these MC's on the edge?
I'll be the reason they jump off
Remember the jump off?
When I come forth,
you don't wanna be the M.C.I run toward
I like my liquor like I straight I ain't no Dumbledore
untoward to sluts,like I love and adore you but,
it's custom I come before you
and it's cool if I can't get it up
cause I got a cucumber for you
**** the world;
I'm a stick in the mud,
and stingy,want a drink?You can piss in a cup!
I leave women as livid as stunned,
so run your lips I've been itching to give a chick a bit of cunt...punt.
CHORUS
How many moons （how many moons）
How many mornings
Have I got left till I've no breath left to breathe
How many moons （how many moons）
How many mornings （I'm fine）
Have I got left till I've no breath left to breathe
how longs left for me whatever the time,
for the rest of mine
I'm gonna spend time
putting an end to my
enemies who wanna put an end to my shine
why bother try offending me!?
It's off with the heads of these swines!
When I sign out you're gonna remember me!
VERSE 2
Sanity I squandered it,
think I've gone a bie too far in darkness.
I'm wonderin ghetts is pissed he ain't on the list?
Well I'm pissed off I'm not at the top of it
Deep in thought conspiring
get the firemen
called my thoughts
are firing for I am not twiddling thumbs
I'm playing the world,s smallest violin
inconsiderate like I give a **** how they feel
Kidnapping rappers an'having 'em as microwave meals
I know my meals ready
when the microwave stops
I'm a lot more Jack Nicholson than I am Michael J Fox
the creep that crept up on daisy lowe
In a baby grow
,sat on her knee and told her to touch me inapropriotely until my daisy grows
I'm not a man or a mankind
A,mechanical mad mind
I make Hannibal look more like an Annabel
I'm an animal at night
CHORUS
How many moons.（how many moons）
How many mornings.
Have I got left til I've no breath left to breathe
How many moons.（how many moons）
How many mornings （have I got left）
How many moons （how many moons）
How many mornings
Have I got left till I've no breath left to breathe
How many moons （how many moons）
How many mornings （have I got left）