Interpret:

Professor Green

Album:

At Your Inconvenience

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 til I've no breath left to breathe 
How longs left for me 
For 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 


Remember me? 
Don't nobody wanna send for me 
the only time they mention me 
Or speak or me disrespecfully is when they sleep
I've been between alot 
Of legs of a body of a centipede 
Please, enemies, be more courteous 
Save me or forget to breath 
Life could be easier I could ease it up 
Instead I look like someone 
Tryna squeeze a dump 
And I haven't eatin' in months 
So I need these MC's on the edge
I'll be the reason they jump off 
Remember the jump off 
When I come forth 
You dont wanna be the MC I run towards 
I like Miley, I like straight
I ain't no dumbledore
Untowartooce looks like 
I love and adore 
But it's custom I come before 
And it's cool if I can't it up 
Coz I've got a cucumber for you 
Fuck the world ima stick it in mud
Stingy wanna drink you can piss ina cup 
I leave women as livid as stunts
So run your lips ive been itching 
To give a chick abit of a cunt punt 


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 til ive no breath left to breathe 
How longs left for me 
For 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 


Sanity I squandered it
I think I've gone too far in darkness 
I'm wonderin', guess he aint on the list 
Well I'm pissed off that I ain't on top of it
Deep in thought, conspiring
Get the violin 
Call my thought
A firing frime
And twiddling thumbs 
I'm playing the worlds smallest violin
Inconsiderate like I give a fuck how they feel
Kidnapping rappers 
And having them as microwave meals
I know my meals ready when the microwave stops 
I'm look more Jack Nickolsen 
Than I am Michael J. fox 
The creep that crept up on daisy low
In the baby grow
I sat on her knee 
And told her to touch me inapropriotely 
Until my daisy grows
I'm not a man of her man kind
Mechanical mad man
I make Hannibal look more 
Like Annabelle, I'm an animal right now


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 


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