Текст песни Example - So Many Roads

What We Made
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Example
Альбом: What We Made
Длительность: 03:33
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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? ' 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?
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