Roots Manuva - Thinking

I can’t see what they want from Smith

I am a man of my own mind I`m life in a beat

With many of eyes (?), more pony (?) more tits

I downed a crook and I act like a twit (?)

Could it be that I need some councelling?

Could it be no one will amount to him

There`s too much truth when if I hav’ got the urge to sing

More soul more sin am reflect within

Am an lonely soldier, only with more composure

I told ya about my next motion title

Some for you to hate, some for you to like

Some for you to love, my tears are full of blood

Think about you think about me

Think about this think about that

I am 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 year’s old and I never had a job

Who`s that lay-about professional slob

Cooling in my yardy in corner on the club

Look me and spread to come squeeze my knob

Social crouching big time yob

Unintellectual sexual slob

All that I have is my balls and my slang

I could get dirty and dig for? duties

Most unrudy,? to yours truly

Roots Manuva remove you’re whiteness

Lyrical curtness, got enough frauds

At home and abroad

I`m most on toward

Think about you think about me

Think about this think about that

I am dangerously thinking

Thinking about me setting 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 demon a wise

Solution in the sun set and the sun rise

Revolution itself the time is nil

I´m the hippie I am the gangster the contradiction

The plastic dick that needs to be fixed with some good piece of pony

To cool my vein, pray for me mummy help me maintain

Hip to the poly trip? up in the chain of

Crazy commission and those who don’t listen

And those who don’t care and don’t who don’t fair

My god how could it be that the learn come to terms with my misery

And still be me and still be free and no?