Dreamy Days - Roots Manuva

Dreamy Days - Roots Manuva

Альбом
Dreamy Days
Год
2001
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
231970

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Dreamy Days

Roots Manuva

Dreamy days, come what may, we feel no way

Theres gonna be fun and lots of laughter

(Chorus: repeat 2X)

I’m just a long foot Bandito

I might take of my shoes, won’t take off my socks tonight

Take a little peep under that frock tonight

But there’ll be no body pop, pop tonight

You know my style;

I keep it on a holy out-of-body mind blown

We in some zone

So how deep can we sow those seeds

And proceed to buck the limit?

Spinnin' in a whirlpool, essential peek

Messin' around with all those chemical rushes

When natural highs come a whole lot cheaper

Sweet Tagita got me singin', baby baby babe

I got the sudden urge to misbehave

I want to take you away from all the stresses

Buy you nice flowers and expensive dresses

You don’t believe me, you think I’m cheesy?!

(Chorus: repeat 2X)

I want to feel ya, I want to know ya, I want to hold ya

But at the same time situations are complex

Cause you got particulars, I got particulars

Old circles are sick of us

Cause we’re walkin' down a prim-rose road

To everything and nothing

So can you picture past the honeymoon

Where you’ll beat me with a wooden spoon

And you got me sleepin' on the couch

Now I’m thinkin' who’s house is this?

This is my money, this is my pain

These are my drugs, This is my brain

And its never gonna be the same

Its just

(Chorus: repeat 2X)

I’m a one man power house succeeding within the scene

Son of the soil, livin' the love, livin' the dream

Whipper-snappers get jealous, it’s true they don’t know

About my x-amount of heart break, years of low dough

We professional, we dealin' with business

Revolution creep up, slap you on the nose bridge

Tuse’s in the back room, gettin' the dosh

And these women in my black book, they all quite posh

Still I wash my own brief, wash my own socks

I’m cocksure, the horny bastard’s greasy pole

Square peg in a round hole, too much show now

Some say I’m arrogant, some say I’m laid back

From a council flat payin' higher-rate tax

Who’s the dad?

Who’s the geez?

Must be me: Manuva MC

With a second LP, for all the girls I got the vitality

It’s my

(Chorus: repeat 4X)

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