Released: July 7, 2010

Songwriter: M.I.A. Blaqstarr

Producer: Blaqstarr

[Intro]
What's around me?
What's around me?
What's a—what's around me?

[Chorus 1]
Liquid washed down my throat like soap
I don't wanna think about the shit that's warped
I don't wanna be deep on this beat
But I can't fucking let go of what's around me

[Verse 1]
Cap locks are still on when I log off to sleep
My baby stays awake for every dream I try to keep
No matter what they say, I'll carry on thinking this way
I oversee my life and what's happened to me

[Chorus 1]
Li—li—li—liquid washed down my throat like soap, yeah
I don't wanna think about the shit that's warped
But—but I don't wanna be deep on this beat
And I can't fucking let go of what's around me
Liquid washed down my throat like soap
Yeah, I don't wanna think about the shit that's warped
But—but I don't wanna be deep on this beat
And I can't fucking let go of what's around me

[Bridge 1]
Yeah, my left side is my right side
If it's vice versa, I'm still the same side
If my left side is my right side
If it's vice versa, I'm still the same side

[Bridge 2]
Stay a little, gets better
I never trust a letter
They left or right, don't matter
I'll just get a new writer
Stay a little, gets better
I never trust a letter
They left or right, don't matter
I'll just get a new writer

[Bridge 1]
Yeah, my left side is my right side
If it's vice versa, I'm still the same side
If my left side is my right side
If it's vice versa, I'm still the same side

[Interlude]

[Chorus]
I don't wanna get lost on your screen
Except when it's hit by a big sunbeam
I want you to know my thought stream
That's why I'm always trying to stay in my dream
I don't wanna get lost on your screen
Except when it's hit by a big sunbeam
I want you to know my thought dream
That's why I'm always trying to stay in my dream
Cap locks are still on when I log

[Bridge 2]
Stay a little, gets better
I never trust a letter
They left or right, don't matter
I'll just get a new writer
Stay a little, gets better
I never trust a letter
They left or right, don't matter
I'll just get a new writer
Stay a little, gets better
I never trust a letter
They left or right, don't matter
I'll just get a new writer
Stay a little, gets better
I never trust a letter
They left or right, don't matter
I'll just get a new writer

M.I.A.

One of the most musically-diverse and perplexing artists of the 2000s, Mathangi “Maya” Arulpragasam is arguably the decade’s best representation of Hip-Hop in its truest form and artistry in its broadest, most diverse format. Her lyrics are as political as Public Enemy, her sound is more eclectic than Stankonia-era Outkast, and she is as aesthetically-driven as Kanye West.

The road that M.I.A. was forced to travel to international stardom was not an easy one. Born on July 18th, 1975 in Hounslow, West London to Sri-Lankan Tamil immigrants, she moved to her parents' homeland when she was only six months old. However, it was the Sri Lankan Civil War which came to shape her childhood. During her formative years, she witnessed many her father was hunted as an enemy of the state, her schools were bombarded, and her impoverished family was constantly in hiding. In 1986, her family moved back to London to find stability and a sense of relative peace.

In England, she discovered her artistic talents and completed several years of secondary education in fine art – eventually gaining attention as a visual artist, painter, and musician. In the early-2000s, Maya began to seriously explore her musical talents and used the internet and underground radio as the means to build her reputation as a unique and talented firebrand. Amidst her no-nonsense politics, however, critics from around the world heard a talent in the making.