Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nuthin I'd Rather Do, artist - Urthboy
Date of issue: 13.07.2007
Song language: English
Nuthin I'd Rather Do |
Could’ve played stocks, badge says bank teller |
Deluded shoe salesman with a statesmen’s umbrella |
Think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into |
Truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
Ha ha, come on |
Yeah |
Oh |
That sounds so sweet |
You know who it is! |
I’m back, yeah |
Because the wind can blow in a falsetto, enshrouding 'em |
Clogged up crowd in the cold sun cowering |
Like where despair and rare hope encountering |
Or even getting through that twenty-four hour thing |
Making monsoons out of afternoon showerings |
They say, «get that cash» 'cause what it bring’s empowering |
Experience enough loss you get sick of salvaging |
Gutter living star-gazer, daily life devoured him |
But fuck that, we follow on like Laxman and Dravid |
Serve it up, we got our fill, still we keep carvin' it |
Lot of shit went down when you were passing it |
Far too busy guarding it, an Elefant never forgets, it pardons it |
We put the art in it, that’s not even the half of it |
We make it marvellous in honour of the pioneers who fathered it |
So whether we leave you carpeted like moulting hair |
Or don’t care at least you know there’s nothing false in there, yeah (Come on!) |
When I think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into |
The truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
Nah, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
what? |
What? |
When I think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into |
The truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
Nah, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
Turn it up |
L—Lord let me know |
When I get to this f—fork in the road |
What I need is one decision, god speed |
Instead of me w—w—walking it slow, exhausted and cold |
Please give me strength to the tenth degree |
Give me strength to stand up like there’s no empty seats |
Which path should I take? |
Both are big passions |
And I know I’m responsible for this kid’s action |
Don’t really need to be a wealthy man |
But I do need that helping hand |
I’ve got size and skill to follow my dreams of rugby |
And hear the holler and screams as fans follow the team |
But I also got that knack to word things |
Exact then rap superb to murder tracks |
And I saw where my purpose at |
Now I’m here before you with my decision in a horse shoe, I say |
When I think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into |
The truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
Nah, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
what? |
What? |
When I think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into |
The truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
Nah, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
Turn it up |
Ayy |
Who wears the pants stands out like a sore thumb |
Highlighted aura moving towards the forefront |
Seduced my focus, hopeless when it’s all done |
All settled options called up, we can all run |
Pace of the naive and my sleeve is draped in freezing rain |
Half-shredded couch, I can count the doubts |
But they always seem to leave the lane |
Etched my name across a stone cold surface |
Suspect on the game, I throw rocks at the circus |
First thing is many sleepless nights |
When it feels like you ain’t really dreaming right |
Tryna balance in the centre when the Jenga might |
Topple in front of my eagle eyes but I legalise |
Justify this addiction, this is my life |
And you can put it in your Discman |
(C'mon and press play) I wouldn’t have it any other way, ‘cause |
When I think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into |
The truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
Nah, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
what? |
What? |
When I think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into |
The truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
Nah, there’s nothing that I’d rather do |
Turn it up |