Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dreamy Days , by - Roots Manuva. Song from the album Dreamy Days, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.08.2001
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Dreamy Days |
| Dreamy days, come what may, we feel no way |
| Theres gonna be fun and lots of laughter |
| (Chorus: repeat 2X) |
| I’m just a long foot Bandito |
| I might take of my shoes, won’t take off my socks tonight |
| Take a little peep under that frock tonight |
| But there’ll be no body pop, pop tonight |
| You know my style; |
| I keep it on a holy out-of-body mind blown |
| We in some zone |
| So how deep can we sow those seeds |
| And proceed to buck the limit? |
| Spinnin' in a whirlpool, essential peek |
| Messin' around with all those chemical rushes |
| When natural highs come a whole lot cheaper |
| Sweet Tagita got me singin', baby baby babe |
| I got the sudden urge to misbehave |
| I want to take you away from all the stresses |
| Buy you nice flowers and expensive dresses |
| You don’t believe me, you think I’m cheesy?! |
| (Chorus: repeat 2X) |
| I want to feel ya, I want to know ya, I want to hold ya |
| But at the same time situations are complex |
| Cause you got particulars, I got particulars |
| Old circles are sick of us |
| Cause we’re walkin' down a prim-rose road |
| To everything and nothing |
| So can you picture past the honeymoon |
| Where you’ll beat me with a wooden spoon |
| And you got me sleepin' on the couch |
| Now I’m thinkin' who’s house is this? |
| This is my money, this is my pain |
| These are my drugs, This is my brain |
| And its never gonna be the same |
| Its just |
| (Chorus: repeat 2X) |
| I’m a one man power house succeeding within the scene |
| Son of the soil, livin' the love, livin' the dream |
| Whipper-snappers get jealous, it’s true they don’t know |
| About my x-amount of heart break, years of low dough |
| We professional, we dealin' with business |
| Revolution creep up, slap you on the nose bridge |
| Tuse’s in the back room, gettin' the dosh |
| And these women in my black book, they all quite posh |
| Still I wash my own brief, wash my own socks |
| I’m cocksure, the horny bastard’s greasy pole |
| Square peg in a round hole, too much show now |
| Some say I’m arrogant, some say I’m laid back |
| From a council flat payin' higher-rate tax |
| Who’s the dad? |
| Who’s the geez? |
| Must be me: Manuva MC |
| With a second LP, for all the girls I got the vitality |
| It’s my |
| (Chorus: repeat 4X) |