Roots Manuva - Thinking lyrics

Roots Manuva - Thinking I can't see what they want from Smith I am a man of my own mind I`m life in a beat With many of eyes (?), more pony (?) more tits I downed a crook and I act like a twit (?) Could it be that I need some councelling? Could it be no one will amount to him There`s too much truth when if I hav' got the urge to sing More soul more sin am reflect within Am an lonely soldier, only with more composure I told ya about my next motion title Some for you to hate, some for you to like Some for you to love, my tears are full of blood Think about you think about me Think about this think about that I am dangerously thinking Thinking about me sitting here thinking Think about you think about me Think about this think about that I am dangerously thinking Thinking about me sitting here thinking Thirty year's old and I never had a job Who`s that lay-about professional slob Cooling in my yardy in corner on the club Look me and spread to come squeeze my knob Social crouching big time yob Unintellectual s**ual slob All that I have is my balls and my slang I could get dirty and dig for? duties Most unrudy,? to yours truly Roots Manuva remove you're whiteness Lyrical curtness, got enough frauds At home and abroad I`m most on toward Think about you think about me Think about this think about that I am dangerously thinking Thinking about me setting here thinking Think about you think about me Think about this think about that I am dangerously thinking Thinking about me sitting here thinking The scorn grows and it shows in my eyes The truth and the lies, the demon a wise Solution in the sun set and the sun rise Revolution itself the time is nil I´m the hippie I am the gangster the contradiction The plastic dick that needs to be fixed with some good piece of pony To cool my vein, pray for me mummy help me maintain Hip to the poly trip? up in the chain of Crazy commission and those who don't listen And those who don't care and don't who don't fair My god how could it be that the learn come to terms with my misery And still be me and still be free and no?