Eye Wonder

Sometimes when I'm talking to people
I worry imagine what these people are saying
And the way they are painting it
So they will say to me your painting
All the wrong colours
Now as it's white or black that you spoke
But I say so what's the plug
I can live my own fantasy can I?
And no matter I have as
I have any babe I want today so don't try
And make me into fish fillet
Yeah I can hang out with a few babes at the time
So don't you wine I can just lay back
And rewind but don't open wide too early
Sometimes I wonder how people plunder
And go down under
I guess they run their cars or lorries
Into protective bridges and get deported
Sometimes I wonder if
I can't be plugged or plugged
I can be plugged whatever you want
At least not plug one or plug two
As that's taken up
Call 911 and they'll come around on the next one
And give us the reason for all my treason
Against certain geezers.
You know the guys in 020 50 Tottenham
And Brixton guys
You know what I'm saying
Come on don't try
And throw your brick at me Mandems
Me and Poppa wrap are here
To give you a production that's so clear
But yet so loud
And that's how I'm so proud now
Sometimes I wonder how people plunder
And go down under
I guess they run their cars or lorries
Into protective bridges and get deported
Sometimes I wonder
If I can't be plugged one or plugged
I can be plugged whatever you want
At least not plug one or plug two
As that's taken up
As I come through the fog
And throw through the frost
There were you in with too much trade
Until we have no energy left
Your scratch was fixed
But it wasn't quite so vicious
And I won't go away quietly
Without a true reason
As my perseverance will sure get me through
I want to help people plunder and go down
I guess they run their cars at all lorries
Into a protective bridge and get deported
Sometimes I wonder
If I can't be plugged one or plug to
I can be plugged whatever you want
At least not plug one or plugged two
As that's taken up
If the future is made up of virtual insanity
It's quite simply of the cosmic goal
Of the cosmic world
Now everyone wants to give her a twirl
So now you wonder who I really am
But until someone in the future
I'll keep it in my can
As I'm the man who has enough storage to tell
At only 17



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Writer(s): Matthew Sturman
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