Patrick Tilon, Rudeboy - Helicopter lyrics

This is not the time to get ill, the time to get dumb Twelve million before me broke the wheel that spun Never listened to mum try to teach me some, calamity gazed at me I simply said welcome Don't touch the oven it's hot, truly hot - but Simple Simon said try, you never know what's what More speed more power and thrill, money will fill well it is the pain that will build when you get hit by the 360 degrees to get real dumb, 360 degrees to get real dumb, 360 degrees to get real! Burnout on your fourty years will say all hello We'll bring the lewdness in shows and s**, in videos anywhere the wind blows in big cohorts and roads All sheep will truly follow and do exactly what is told, pretty Kafkaesque and far fetched Well it is the poorest mind who gets all the kish cash from the North, the South, East and West They will whistle a tune the annals will forget 360 degrees to get real dumb, 360 degrees to get real dumb, 360 degrees to get real! This will be truly a test truly a quest to witness Babylon's war when they open the lid square like a peg In fact i am way steps ahead, can you trust a bureaucrat when he lacks them steps Boulevard of broken dreams, breath of liars, slipstream until you come to play team Things change for the better it seems, sweet lobotomy I am part of the industry, this coma seems hazier than a smoke screen 360 degrees to get real dumb, 360 degrees to get real dumb, 360 degrees to get real! Brain spins, my brain will spin... doin' the helicopter