Awfully Deep Lyrics
| Song | Awfully Deep |
| Artist | Roots Manuva |
| Album | Awfully Deep |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Smith | |
| Things are gettin, Awfully Deep | |
| Awfully Deep, I can't get no sleep | |
| [x3] | |
| Things are gettin, Awfully Deep | |
| Awfully Deep, Awfully Deep | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I don't do mind games, I'm frame by frame | |
| I'm eighteen bits, I'm forty-eight hertz | |
| My favourite tie-tie 'til my nicky [?] | |
| 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 | |
| [?] my body card, make you part of me, pa | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| 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 crew [?] 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Smith | |
| Things are gettin, Awfully Deep | |
| Awfully Deep, I can' t get no sleep | |
| x3 | |
| Things are gettin, Awfully Deep | |
| Awfully Deep, Awfully Deep | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I don' t do mind games, I' m frame by frame | |
| I' m eighteen bits, I' m fortyeight hertz | |
| My favourite tietie ' til my nicky ? | |
| My flirt tactics are so damn sublime | |
| MY longjohn 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 | |
| ? my body card, make you part of me, pa | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| 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 crew ? was strong | |
| Clawpolma, oxidisawhat? | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| They said, ' Mr Smith, please calm down | |
| We' re not here to hurt you | |
| You' re feeling a little bit paranoid | |
| Your brain is overheating | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Smith | |
| Things are gettin, Awfully Deep | |
| Awfully Deep, I can' t get no sleep | |
| x3 | |
| Things are gettin, Awfully Deep | |
| Awfully Deep, Awfully Deep | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I don' t do mind games, I' m frame by frame | |
| I' m eighteen bits, I' m fortyeight hertz | |
| My favourite tietie ' til my nicky ? | |
| My flirt tactics are so damn sublime | |
| MY longjohn 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 | |
| ? my body card, make you part of me, pa | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| 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 crew ? was strong | |
| Clawpolma, oxidisawhat? | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| They said, ' Mr Smith, please calm down | |
| We' re not here to hurt you | |
| You' re feeling a little bit paranoid | |
| Your brain is overheating | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
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