Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Awfully Deep , by - Roots Manuva. Song from the album Awfully De/EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.10.2005
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Awfully Deep |
| Things are gettin, Awfully Deep |
| Awfully Deep, I can’t get no sleep |
| Things are gettin, Awfully Deep |
| Awfully Deep, Awfully Deep |
| I don’t do mind games, I’m frame by frame |
| I’m eighteen bits, I’m fourty-eight hertz |
| My favourite tie tied to my Dicky Dirts |
| My flirt tac-tics are so damn sublime |
| MY long-john greased with slippery slime |
| My prime cut, move ya butt, twist ya nut |
| From ya don’t know issht then keep ya mouth shut |
| Hut one, hut two, hut three and hut four |
| A terrible phase is spendin' money wi' whores |
| A pastor say we shouldn’t do that shit |
| So we sit down, reflect all the sins we commit |
| How many Hail Marys cut down on the dairy? |
| Away with the fairies, how much do my fare be? |
| Two travelcards, my life’s so hard |
| I don’t know my inch, from my foot to my yard |
| (?) God’s my body guard, beg you pardon me, pa |
| My sanity’s back on the line again |
| Last year, I said I wouldn’t rhyme again |
| But I’m, back for punishment, time again |
| If I should lose my good mind again |
| Tell my management not to waste good money |
| Sendin' me away to the farms of the funny |
| Them places only make me worse |
| They full’a, crooked doctors and kinky nurses |
| That poke you in the arse, and measure your schlong |
| Put that tape measure down, that practice is wrong |
| They thought I didn’t know what was goin' on |
| But I, knew the clue although the drugs was strong |
| Claw-polma, oxidisa-what? |
| Tell me doctor, why I got purple snot |
| I’m feelin' happy when I know I’m sad |
| And now they wanna certify me mad |
| They said, «Mr Smith, please calm down |
| We’re not here to hurt you |
| You’re feeling a little bit paranoid |
| Your brain is over-heating |
| You’re overworked, you’re underpaid |
| And your body’s taken a beating» |
| And I said «You're not seein' things, like how I’m seein' things |
| I’m seein' things that I don’t wanna see |
| I see the devil sit right before me |
| Fire in his eyes as he spoke to me» |
| Blinked, I blinked and I pinched myself |
| I screamed for Jesus but it was no use |
| I had to face my, (awful) painful truth |
| Voodoo in the hills, and I’m runnin' from ghosties |
| Lightin' up the candles as the spooks approach me |
| Voodoo in the hills, and I’m runnin' from ghosties |