So Many Roads Lyrics
| Song | So Many Roads |
| Artist | Example |
| Album | What We Made |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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? |
| 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 headfirst 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 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 | |
| Up bright and early | |
| I headfirst 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 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? |
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