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Roots Manuva - Thinking lyrics
I can’t say what they want from Smith I am a man of my own mind, I'm live in a bit With many advice, more pooni more tits I down the grog and I act like a twit Could it be that I need some counselling? Could it be? Nothing will amount to him There's too much truth whenever I get the urge to sing More soul more sin I reflect within I'm a lonely soldier, older with more composure I told ya about my next motion type Something for you to hate, something for you to like Something for you to love, my tears are full of blood Think about you, think about me Think about this, think about that I'm dangerously thinking Thinking about me sitting here thinking Think about you, think about me Think about this, think about that I am dangerously thinking Thinking about me sitting here thinking Thirty years old and I never had a job Who's that layabout professional slob? Cooling in my yard eating corn on the cob Look me and spread to come squeeze my knob Social scrounging big time yob Unintellectual sexual slob All that I have is my balls and my schlong I could get dirty and dig for spot duties Most unruly, truth to yours truly Roots Manuv-y remove your whatness Lyrical cutness, cuttin' up frauds At home and abroad I`m most untoward Think about you, think about me Think about this, think about that I'm dangerously thinking Thinking about me sitting here thinking Think about you, think about me Think about this, think about that I am dangerously thinking Thinking about me sitting here thinking The scorn grows and it shows in my eyes The truth and the lies, the dumb and the wise Solution in the sunset and the sunrise Revolution of self, the time is nigh I'm the hippie I am the gangster the contradiction The plastic dick that needs to be fixed with some good piece of pooni To cool my vein, pray for me mummy help me maintain Hip to the polytrick but caught up in the chain of Crazy commission and those who don’t listen And those who don’t care and Those who don’t fear my god How could it be that I learn come to terms with my misery And still be me And still be free And un-twee |
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