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So Many Roads
Lyricist:Roger S Nichols, Paul H Williams
Was it sleep deprivation or deep meditation That made me miss my last train from Paddington station? Salvation, the key to incredible journeys Up bright and early, I head-first into the calm breeze
It's just me and my true geeze He play percussion, I scribble on oak trees Pretty please, you can sing my syllables credible My Cordon Bleu sonnets, you just wishing they edible
Indelible Ink causes a hell of a stink Indiscreet about our trip, we don't care what you think Or maybe we do care, don't show concern So many paths, it's like, which way to turn?
Look down at my shoes, I find clues Ask myself, do I break the news to conforming fools? We swarm in enough schools to outflank the rules Of what your DJ's playing on his one's and two's
Maybe jackin' all those samples was stupid cupid We're never gettin' clearance or distributed The big guns fought back, Example got muted A warrant for my tongue plus they suited and booted
They've looted the premises, stolen my genesis My mouth caused a fuss like I'm some kinda nemesis Enemies came, so I packed my rucksack Lyrics on a microfilm up my butt crack
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It's not at all what it was cracked up to be It weren't up to me, it was down to the system Blink and you'll miss them, consumers kiss them And if you're like me, have a drink and diss them
They kicked in the door signed 'Litigation' But I'm on a platform in Paddington station I wont try and scram from the sirens Just sittin' here alone, doin' battle with my eyelids
We learnt 'Clockwork Orange' style, couple of doogs With our tools the rules bend, troublesome dudes Like Uncle Scrooge Do 'bar humbug' the youths They could never travel routes in our musical boots
So we grouped to function at some unknown junction Mischievous 'til we felt the back of a truncheon Breadcrumbs for luncheon, something to munch on Bruised and confused, we're like, which road to choose?
Now they closing the deficit, I never sit at ease I'm an easy target, I'm all lethargic It was wrong to start with something unconventional Though it was all intentional
Hardly treason to pen something verbal That's out of season, without reason I was just catching jokes but I'm now on the run Like, so many roads to choose but which one?
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