Going
down the line, my head up high
Wonder why itŽs so hard to feel fine
Got all I need
Plastic teeth
A pocket full of speed
And IŽm cool with the heat
I got a groovy little lady
Seems IŽm waisting het time
Got a hit and a bullet
Still back in crime
People say I used to do better
Si I guess IŽm gonna have to get myself together
But IŽll never
Ooh aah aah
IŽll never be clever
IŽll never be clever
Ooh aah aah
IŽll never be clever
Some say IŽm suicidal
With a sense of humour
Some say IŽm faking it all
Trying to start rumours
Some people say a moment lasts longer
I find myself at home
Settled down, write a song
IŽll love to hang around
In black peopleŽs places
Fascinated staring at faces
Holy mama, make me concentrate
Got to write a song
And I got to create
But IŽll never
Ooh aah aah
IŽll never be clever
IŽll never be clever
Ooh aah aah
IŽll never be clever
Going down the line, my head up high
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