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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Derrick McKenzie
Derrick McKenzie
Drums
Gary Barnacle
Gary Barnacle
Saxophone
Iain MacKinnon
Iain MacKinnon
Violin
Jay Kay
Jay Kay
Vocals
Matthew Scrivener
Matthew Scrivener
Violin
Maurizio Ravalico
Maurizio Ravalico
Percussion
Owen Little
Owen Little
Viola
Robert Bailey
Robert Bailey
Cello
Stuart Zender
Stuart Zender
Bass
Toby Smith
Toby Smith
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Kay
Jason Kay
Songwriter
Toby Smith
Toby Smith
Songwriter
Jay Kay
Jay Kay
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Nielsen
Mike Nielsen
Co-Producer
Tim Young
Tim Young
Mastering Engineer
Al Stone
Al Stone
Mixing Engineer
Jay Kay
Jay Kay
Producer

Lyrics

Hey, hey, yeah
Now it occurred to me
As I awoke from deeper dreams
All this evolution
And still, I don't know what it means
Hey, and it gets so hard for me to change
When there's an easy way to earn
Why should I work my fingers to the bone? (To the bone)
Is this what I truly deserve?
This is not another trilogy
It's just another story, just another story, just another story
Just another story, just another story, just another story
Just another story, baby
Nobody make a move, oh, this kid's got you covered
He was just 17, tryin' to get on like his dead brother
Mama couldn't do a thing for him, though she hurt inside
And daddy wants his son back, while he knows he's still alive
Stickup kid, thinkin' you're a glory boy
Oh, frontin' that stupid toy
But you don't get that it's yourself you will destroy
Like a speed freak king of amphetamine
Still runnin' those rocks on the front line
And get uptight when it's your turn
A bullet in the head is a lesson learned
One of these days, you're gonna say goodbye
Tellin' everyone you've never been so high
Born the same time that you die
Pushin' that draw like you're Super Fly
Heaven help all with no way out
That's what this is all about
This is not another trilogy
It's just another story, baby
Hit 'em with it now
Come on now, hit 'em with it now
Ah, stickup kid
Come on, ah-ha-ha-ha-ha, I got you where I want ya
Nobody make a fuckin' move
All these gangster kids are gettin' uptight
All these gangster kids are gettin' uptight
I got ya, I got you where I want ya now
Nobody make a fuckin' move
Nobody make a move, oh, this kid's got you covered
He was just 17, tryin' to get on like his dead brother
Oh, mama couldn't do a thing for him, though she hurt inside
And daddy wants his son back, while he knows he's still alive
Stickup kid, oh, thinkin' you're a glory boy
See you frontin' that stupid toy
But you don't get that it's yourself you will destroy
Still runnin' those rocks on the front line
Like a speed freak king of amphetamine
Get uptight when it's your turn
A bullet in the head, it's a lesson learned
One of these days, you're gonna say goodbye
Tellin' everyone you've never been so high
Born the same time that you die
You're pushin' that draw like you're Super Fly
This is just another story
All your broken glories
Say, oh, just another story, yeah, oh (well, it's about somebody)
Oh, somebody, somebody, hey, now, need your help, oh, now
Every day, every day, happens every day
Say, this is not another trilogy
Oh, it's just another story
Come on now, push in
I'm pushing 'til that bridge's down
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha
Stickup kid
I'm right here, B, hit 'em
Written by: Jason Kay, Toby Smith
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