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Sinking Sands

アーティスト:Roots Manuva 

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Alright, okay I arise in the morntime and cut through fresh books Put them old Bruck trainers on my foot For I am the picky mystic, I max the most Drinking ginseng tea, eating huddle bread toast While my skeet nags, jacks up my coat She don't like the smell of my smoke She says my eyes dem is red And I need to go and fix up my head Honey, my head is fixed I'm getting deep with my purpose Synchronizing to the mystics of cosmic energy My specialty be to write buff raps Weakhearts, they hate me like my name was poll tax I don't part for none, I be the Godsend, God gifted I work nuff shifts turning a penny to a pound From a pound to jacks, from a jacks to a score My brainwaves is twisted, my tactics is raw Cause I Grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through the sinking sands Grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through the sinking sands Shit's hit the fan but I'm not the fan the shit's hit It's the man with the bad arse bitch in town Put her into the circles but she tore them down And I frown, but in my heart I know it's all good So I stick around like a true friend should And they say that some things in life can't be really mended But only time will tell how well you and your spark prevail Try not to implore to the stereotype factors That they brand us with cause there's enough love to give Oh, Lord! What's happening to me? All these situations I'm checking with intense scrutiny I need to slow down there and hold the horses And just concentrate on paving the right courses So, so, so, so, so I Grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through the sinking sands Grip my teal boom as hard as I can So I can find me a path through


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