Released: January 28, 2007
Featuring: Radiohead
Songwriter: Plan B
Producer: Analog Kid
[Verse 1: Plan B]
Walk out my front door, what do I see
Another little yout on the street shotting weed
It won't be too long before that youts shotting smack
Selling heroin to his bredrins and that
Making fast cash, thinking he's going places
And he will be straight after the court cases
He thought the streets would bring him glamour and fame
But now he's locked up and no one remembers his name
'Cause you know It's so rotten
Just how easily people are forgotten
One minute you're heading for the top, you don't ever look like stopping
Then suddenly you find yourself right back at the bottom
That's life though, and so's getting cut with a knife so
Watch your step if you don't wanna get blood on your Nikes bro
Cause these streets will have you up just when you least expect it
You say you don't fear death but you know you respect it
[Hook]
Something's missing here
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here
Something's missing here
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here
[Verse 2: Plan B]
I've seen my best friends cry, I've seen my best friends die
I've heard my best friends lie about how they're doing fine
I've had so many best friends in my time
And most of them I've lost to brown smoke and white lines
I ain't no stranger to drugs, I've had my fair share
Had my head up in the clouds like fucking Care Bears
Chatting all that "Rahh-tahh-tahh I'm just experimenting"
MDMA, LSD, amphetamines and
All the rest of that shit that goes with it
Why is it everyone who does drugs thinks they know
Everything there is to know about life already?
Just by sitting on their settee doing drugs in front of the telly
Thinking they're heavy, 'cause they live their lives like that
High on crack, what sort of fucking life is that?
Whatever happened to your dreams and aspirations, blud?
Now the highlight of your day is masturbation, blud
[Hook]
Something's missing here
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here
Something's missing here
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here
[Verse 3: Plan B]
You'll only end up in the gutter if you live your life on the curb
Or you choose to take it one step further than the herb
Shit ain't getting worse, it's always been like this
Life's a game of give and take and people take the right piss
I've seen a most self-righteous a man fall off the wagon
And start chasing the dragon
It's funny how now they're the ones with the problem
Look how much their big fucking mouths have gone and cost them
Used to be the type that looked down on man
Now they're inhaling toxins through a biro and
It's ironic, don't you think, that 5 years back the same cats
That are now on crack?
Didn't even used to drink, now they the missing links
In the world of wasted talent, could of been great now they're just making up the balance
Musicians, artists, writers, authors
Gymnasts, athletes, footballers
Bare peeps I used to know who could've turned pro
Now the only game they play is the one on road
Whether it be drug pushing, shoplifting or prostitution
Some sort of institution seems like the only solution
Stop the manor looking like some kinda mardi gradi
Skank whores on the corner asking if you wanna party
It's nasty, driving through the ends its like safari
Don't get out of your car unless you a crackhead kamikaze
[Hook]
Something's missing here (And that's the way of it, mando and able)
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here (Missing links, making life unstable)
Something's missing here
Something's missing missing right here
Something's missing here-here
Something's
Something's missing
Something's
Something's missing missing
Walk out my front door, what do I see
Another little yout on the street shotting weed
It won't be too long before that youts shotting smack
Selling heroin to his bredrins and that
Making fast cash, thinking he's going places
And he will be straight after the court cases
He thought the streets would bring him glamour and fame
But now he's locked up and no one remembers his name
'Cause you know It's so rotten
Just how easily people are forgotten
One minute you're heading for the top, you don't ever look like stopping
Then suddenly you find yourself right back at the bottom
That's life though, and so's getting cut with a knife so
Watch your step if you don't wanna get blood on your Nikes bro
Cause these streets will have you up just when you least expect it
You say you don't fear death but you know you respect it
[Hook]
Something's missing here
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here
Something's missing here
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here
[Verse 2: Plan B]
I've seen my best friends cry, I've seen my best friends die
I've heard my best friends lie about how they're doing fine
I've had so many best friends in my time
And most of them I've lost to brown smoke and white lines
I ain't no stranger to drugs, I've had my fair share
Had my head up in the clouds like fucking Care Bears
Chatting all that "Rahh-tahh-tahh I'm just experimenting"
MDMA, LSD, amphetamines and
All the rest of that shit that goes with it
Why is it everyone who does drugs thinks they know
Everything there is to know about life already?
Just by sitting on their settee doing drugs in front of the telly
Thinking they're heavy, 'cause they live their lives like that
High on crack, what sort of fucking life is that?
Whatever happened to your dreams and aspirations, blud?
Now the highlight of your day is masturbation, blud
[Hook]
Something's missing here
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here
Something's missing here
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here
[Verse 3: Plan B]
You'll only end up in the gutter if you live your life on the curb
Or you choose to take it one step further than the herb
Shit ain't getting worse, it's always been like this
Life's a game of give and take and people take the right piss
I've seen a most self-righteous a man fall off the wagon
And start chasing the dragon
It's funny how now they're the ones with the problem
Look how much their big fucking mouths have gone and cost them
Used to be the type that looked down on man
Now they're inhaling toxins through a biro and
It's ironic, don't you think, that 5 years back the same cats
That are now on crack?
Didn't even used to drink, now they the missing links
In the world of wasted talent, could of been great now they're just making up the balance
Musicians, artists, writers, authors
Gymnasts, athletes, footballers
Bare peeps I used to know who could've turned pro
Now the only game they play is the one on road
Whether it be drug pushing, shoplifting or prostitution
Some sort of institution seems like the only solution
Stop the manor looking like some kinda mardi gradi
Skank whores on the corner asking if you wanna party
It's nasty, driving through the ends its like safari
Don't get out of your car unless you a crackhead kamikaze
[Hook]
Something's missing here (And that's the way of it, mando and able)
Something ain't right right here
Something's missing here (Missing links, making life unstable)
Something's missing here
Something's missing missing right here
Something's missing here-here
Something's
Something's missing
Something's
Something's missing missing