Song | Wheels In Motion |
Artist | Speech Debelle |
Album | Speech Therapy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I walk the night street with lost souls | |
We converse in common codes | |
So unload our desires and wishes | |
Sparking spliffs is more than a stimulant its how assimilate | |
Like at the back of the class charge it’s only us | |
Teaches don’t like it but they don’t fight it instead they ignore it | |
We get no grades but don’t look fazed when the exams come | |
It’s like whatever act like it don’t matter only mummy’s face make you teeth chatter | |
And I remember when they told me | |
I’ll never make it | |
Too smart for my own good | |
I get rude when they use there authority to abuse | |
I’m born to prove that rules were made for the obedience of fools | |
And guidance was made for the wise so | |
I get advice for those who live full and colourful lives | |
And think twice while watching what they tell | |
I on they teli-vision yea | |
I see the way they pronounce the nouns | |
And listen to the way the vowels sound | |
Subliminal messages are allowed and executed by executives | |
Who throw pennies to beggars at | |
London Bridge them is hypocrites | |
Those wheels are in motion | |
Those wheels keep on turning | |
Those wheels are in motion | |
Those wheels keep on turning | |
I walk the day streets in odd clothes with a cupboard full of new clothes that cost loads | |
But if you new the real me then you would no so | |
Old habits are now so so sales don’t excite me like the use to | |
I find myself excited by sunsets but don’t see them much | |
I’m use to cold months and its getting chilly now | |
I’m born and bred in south in a cook food house | |
My granny use to send a plate of food for the neighbour | |
But now I argue with neighbours for music played loud | |
And their kinky behaviour can be heard in my house | |
But build a house on a house you take the privacy out | |
Move the poor people in and then the rich move out | |
The working class keep the system moving but seem to be systematically loosing | |
Given no choices who can be choosing they saying use your vote | |
But I’ve checked out the parties and | |
I’ve looked around | |
So if I vote for a choice then will my vote count | |
I am the silent vote so hear my voice now | |
Try and digest the truth but don’t choke now and with the truth | |
I bless this food | |
I got the magic touch the magic potion | |
And nothing powerful like words spoken | |
All together now the wheels in motion | |
All together now the wheels in motion |
I walk the night street with lost souls | |
We converse in common codes | |
So unload our desires and wishes | |
Sparking spliffs is more than a stimulant its how assimilate | |
Like at the back of the class charge it' s only us | |
Teaches don' t like it but they don' t fight it instead they ignore it | |
We get no grades but don' t look fazed when the exams come | |
It' s like whatever act like it don' t matter only mummy' s face make you teeth chatter | |
And I remember when they told me | |
I' ll never make it | |
Too smart for my own good | |
I get rude when they use there authority to abuse | |
I' m born to prove that rules were made for the obedience of fools | |
And guidance was made for the wise so | |
I get advice for those who live full and colourful lives | |
And think twice while watching what they tell | |
I on they telivision yea | |
I see the way they pronounce the nouns | |
And listen to the way the vowels sound | |
Subliminal messages are allowed and executed by executives | |
Who throw pennies to beggars at | |
London Bridge them is hypocrites | |
Those wheels are in motion | |
Those wheels keep on turning | |
Those wheels are in motion | |
Those wheels keep on turning | |
I walk the day streets in odd clothes with a cupboard full of new clothes that cost loads | |
But if you new the real me then you would no so | |
Old habits are now so so sales don' t excite me like the use to | |
I find myself excited by sunsets but don' t see them much | |
I' m use to cold months and its getting chilly now | |
I' m born and bred in south in a cook food house | |
My granny use to send a plate of food for the neighbour | |
But now I argue with neighbours for music played loud | |
And their kinky behaviour can be heard in my house | |
But build a house on a house you take the privacy out | |
Move the poor people in and then the rich move out | |
The working class keep the system moving but seem to be systematically loosing | |
Given no choices who can be choosing they saying use your vote | |
But I' ve checked out the parties and | |
I' ve looked around | |
So if I vote for a choice then will my vote count | |
I am the silent vote so hear my voice now | |
Try and digest the truth but don' t choke now and with the truth | |
I bless this food | |
I got the magic touch the magic potion | |
And nothing powerful like words spoken | |
All together now the wheels in motion | |
All together now the wheels in motion |
I walk the night street with lost souls | |
We converse in common codes | |
So unload our desires and wishes | |
Sparking spliffs is more than a stimulant its how assimilate | |
Like at the back of the class charge it' s only us | |
Teaches don' t like it but they don' t fight it instead they ignore it | |
We get no grades but don' t look fazed when the exams come | |
It' s like whatever act like it don' t matter only mummy' s face make you teeth chatter | |
And I remember when they told me | |
I' ll never make it | |
Too smart for my own good | |
I get rude when they use there authority to abuse | |
I' m born to prove that rules were made for the obedience of fools | |
And guidance was made for the wise so | |
I get advice for those who live full and colourful lives | |
And think twice while watching what they tell | |
I on they telivision yea | |
I see the way they pronounce the nouns | |
And listen to the way the vowels sound | |
Subliminal messages are allowed and executed by executives | |
Who throw pennies to beggars at | |
London Bridge them is hypocrites | |
Those wheels are in motion | |
Those wheels keep on turning | |
Those wheels are in motion | |
Those wheels keep on turning | |
I walk the day streets in odd clothes with a cupboard full of new clothes that cost loads | |
But if you new the real me then you would no so | |
Old habits are now so so sales don' t excite me like the use to | |
I find myself excited by sunsets but don' t see them much | |
I' m use to cold months and its getting chilly now | |
I' m born and bred in south in a cook food house | |
My granny use to send a plate of food for the neighbour | |
But now I argue with neighbours for music played loud | |
And their kinky behaviour can be heard in my house | |
But build a house on a house you take the privacy out | |
Move the poor people in and then the rich move out | |
The working class keep the system moving but seem to be systematically loosing | |
Given no choices who can be choosing they saying use your vote | |
But I' ve checked out the parties and | |
I' ve looked around | |
So if I vote for a choice then will my vote count | |
I am the silent vote so hear my voice now | |
Try and digest the truth but don' t choke now and with the truth | |
I bless this food | |
I got the magic touch the magic potion | |
And nothing powerful like words spoken | |
All together now the wheels in motion | |
All together now the wheels in motion |