So Many Roads lyrics

  • Artist: Example
  • Album: What We Made
English

So Many Roads

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

It's 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 enough schools to outflank the rules
Of what your DJ's playing on his one's and two's

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 rucksack
Lyrics on a microfilm up my butt crack

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 them, consumers kiss them
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 wont try and scram from the sirens
Just sittin' here alone, doin' battle with my eyelids

We learnt '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 unconventional
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?

Was it sleep deprivation or deep meditation
That made me miss my last train from Paddington station?
Salvation, the key to incredible journeys

Submitted by Ginada on Fri, 26/11/2010 - 20:36
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