Lyrics Roots Manuva

Roots Manuva

Here We Go Again

Here we go again

Run into me when you find out you got no friends

I’m sick of your pretence

A pose upon man say you big dog upon your rates

That's a lie, ay?

It’s funny how life comes and scolds a dude

Certain people don’t wanna learn but he shows a 'tude

And those blokes never used to go to school

Now they wanna come and push up with some playground moves

And a grown man should put down those childish things

And let the knowledge of one’s self resinate within

But something in his life isn’t right with him

He’s caught up in the hype and it bites within

And I hear him say he closer to the pirating

There aint no business of my own and that’s his private ting

And these days I really can’t be tight with him

Back in the days we used to raise, we used to blaze the wing

That was then, now is now

We flex a little different

We more significant, we more eloquent,

We more relevant, hyptic element

Set for the betterment, and now we’re telling them…

Here we go again

Run into me when you find out you got no friends

I’m sick of your pretence

I pose upon man say you big dog upon your rates

That's a lie, ay?

I told the boy that it's best that he knows his self

Take time with his study and he grows his self

Be aware of the mimicry of prankster life

There's truely few on the road that lead a gangster life

Best we motivate and give thanks for life

Or wind up paying at a costly price

Big our minds up, quick to be hypnotised

Fighting for monitary crumbs, and feable prize

Judge it, blessed we are

And people with a small mind, streched with nah

Power with the paranoid, putrid debaters

Lonely patriots, trapped in the matrix

Blind to the sacred,

Nature of the sufferer, to reinvent

And heal thy self with the wealth and the know-how

Power to pursue, shall get through

Rebel on the hurt now, Rebel know truth

Here we go again

Run into me when you find out you got no friends

I’m sick of your pretence

I push up on man say you big dog upon your rates

That's a lie, ay?

Here we go again

Run into me when you find out you got no friends

I’m sick of your pretence

I push up on man say you big dog upon your rates

That's a lie, ay?