|
Dr. Syntax - Slow Down lyrics
SYNTAX: It seems like cirtain people need to slow down, sit and zone out, but they don't know how. Their running loads of pounds, but im in no doubt, when the candles no sense, it will get blown out. It seems like cirtain people need to slow down, sit and zone out, but they don't know how. Their running loads of pounds, but im in no doubt, when the candles no sense, it will get blown out. SYNTAX: Can you really see sinners gettin' down to some big cheese business? Every month holdin' more than three figures. I've seen that scene and that scene seems ficious, Keen witted, mean spirits, fiendin' for riches me, I couldn't deal with it, Im soon to be seen swimmin' in deep rivers wearing concrete slippers. It's wrong that i should feel privelidged when, given a fleetin' glimpse of free livin' watch my weeks finish. Maybe im one of those week quitters, But i can't work all day, and only rest for 15 minutes, eating T.V. dinners, steady tryna keep diligant, thinkin' of my annual beach visit. So ask me what im doin' instead, Just, scoopin' a bit of bread and butter while persuin' interest, And u might think im stupid as a foolish inbred, used to sittin on a stoop with a group of pissheads, but it's rare that my mood is intense, cos i created a relaxing ambiance without using insense, so accuse me while using a pertruding index, cos it's true that im a loser with his future in shreds, but i produce a sick text when i use a big pen, something in me ticks like a super-human sixth sense, observing life through a thick lense, whatching steadily, Using time to rest thus preserving........... SYNTAX: It seems like cirtain people need to slow down, sit and zone out, but they don't know how. Their running loads of pounds, but im in no doubt, when the candles no sense, it will get blown out. It seems like cirtain people need to slow down, sit and zone out, but they don't know how. Their running loads of pounds, but im in no doubt, when the candles no sense, it will get blown out. MOLE: It's tuesday night man, im craving spliff and hot food, but not more than pound a drink and shit pop tunes. A lot lost to the work, drink, work, drink, puzzled punters gluggin' jugs to make the words fit. a double somethin' always tuggin' at the purse strings, and now there sloppy round the edges like a first kiss, Im not the worst-ist, just a casual past-time, nothin' serious just here to drink the bar dry, chuckle at our trouble as they shrink into the dark night, and follow my reflection as its sinkin with my last pint, we're on the brink of being victims of the far right, but can't resist because we're twisted by this fast life. I drifted in from last night, thinkin' how its a little but odd that we see time as a commodity, but if a man was lost at sea without a clock to read, imprisoned by your proficy, allowin' his return upon acomplishment of odyssey, he could quite possibly, arrive to find the hand had only moved from one to three, think about it logically, well don't if your too busy, but choose quickly, cause pretty soon they'll be selling special seconds of your life online for two fifty, so who's with me!?! Nah i thought not, cause then you'd have to slow down, and if im really honest with you then i couldn't go now, Just leave with no sound, like this life was worth nothing all possesions thrown down, possesions thrown down, possesions thrown down, possesions thrown down, possesions thrown down, down, down, down. |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 Time on Earth by Crowded House |
 Back to Black by Amy Winehouse |
 Reality Check by Juvenile |
 Zizanie by Zazie |
 Years Later by Soulja Slim |
