Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Many Roads, artist - Example. Album song What We Made, in the genre Танцевальная музыка
Date of issue: 09.09.2007
Record label: The Beats, Warner Music UK
Song language: English
So Many Roads |
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 |
I’ts 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? |
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We swarm in nuf schools to outflank the rules |
Of what your DJs playing on his ones and twos |
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 ruck sack |
Lyrics on a microfilm up my buttcrack |
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 dem, consumers kiss dem |
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 won’t try and scram from the sirens |
Just sittin here alone doin battle with my eyelids |
We earnt '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 un-conventional |
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? |