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    "Dreamy Days [MJ Cole London Dub]" Lyrics

    Tom Middleton feat. Roots Manuva

    Dah dah dah dah dah

    Dreamy days, come what may, we feel no way
    there's gonna be fun and lots of laughter

    (Chorus: repeat 2X)

    I'm just a long foot barely talk
    I might take of my shoes might take of my socks
    Take a little peep under that frock tonight
    But there be no body pop pop tonight

    You know my style I keep it on a holy outa body mind blown
    We in some zone
    So how deep can we sow those seeds
    and proceed to buck the limit?
    Spinnin' in a whirlpool, ecential peek
    Messin' around with all those chemical rushes
    When natural highs come a whole lot cheeper
    Sweet to Geha got me singin' baby baby babe
    I got the sudden urge to miss behave
    I want to take you away from all the stresses
    Buy you nice flowers and expensive dresses
    You don't belive me, you think I'm cheesy

    (Chorus: repeat 2X)

    I want to feel ya, I want to know ya, I want to hold ya
    But at the same time situations are complex
    Cause you got perticulars, I got perticulars

    Old circles are sick of us
    Cause we're walkin' down a prim-rose row
    To everything and nothing
    So can you picture past the honeymoon
    where you beat me with a wooden spoon
    And you got me sleepin' on the couch
    Now I'm thinkin' who's house is this?
    This is my money, this is my pain, these are my drugs
    This is my brain, and its never gonna be the same

    (Chorus: repeat 2X)

    I'm a one man power house succeding within the scene
    Son of the sir(e) livin' the love livin' the dream
    Wiper snapers get jeolous it's true they don't know
    'Bout my x amount of heart break years of low dough
    We professional we dealin' with bussiness
    Revolution creap up slap you on the nose bridge

    Touces in the back room gettin' the dutch
    And these women in my black book they all quite posh
    Still I wash my own breif wash my own socks
    Some cocks y'all the horny bastards gressy polls
    Square peg in a round hole too much show now
    Some say I'm arrogent some say I'm laid back
    From a counciled fact payin' higher rate tax
    Who's the that who's the geeks must be Manuva MC
    With a second LP for all the girls I got the vitality
    It's my

    (Chorus: repeat 4X)
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Jimmy Webb, Rodney Hylton Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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