Awfully Deep Songtext
von Roots Manuva

Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, I can′t get no sleep
Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep
Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, I can′t get no sleep
Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, awfully deep


I don't do mind games, I'm frame by frame
I′m eighteen bits, I′m forty-eight hertz
My favourite tie tied to my Dicky Dirts
My flirt tactics are so damn sublime
My long john greased with slippery slime
My prime cut, move your butt, twist your nut
From you don't know ′ish, then keep your mouth shut
I'm hot one, hot two, hot three and hot four
A terrible phase is spending money with whores
Our pastor says we shouldn′t do that shit
So we sit down, reflect on all the sins we commit
How many Hail Mary's cut down on the dairy
Away with the fairies, how much do my fare be?
Two travelcards, my life′s so hard
I don't know my inch from my foot to my yard
Gods my bodyguard, beg you pardon me, pa

Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep
Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, I can′t get no sleep
Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, I can′t get no sleep
Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, awfully deep


My sanity's back on the line again
And last year I said I wouldn′t rhyme again
But I'm back for punishment time again
If I should lose my good mind again
Tell my management not to waste good money
Sending me away to the farms of the funny
Them places only make me worse
They′re full of crooked doctors and kinky nurses
That poke you in the arse, a million slums
Put the tape measure down, that practice is wrong
They thought I didn't know what was going on
But I knew the code, though the drugs were strong
Chlor-poma, oxer, dyes and what?
Tell me, doctor, why I got purple snot?
I′m feeling happy when I know I'm sad
And now they wanna certify me mad

Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep
Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, I can′t get no sleep
Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, I can′t get no sleep
Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, awfully deep

They said, "Mr Smith, please calm down
We're not here to hurt you
You′re feeling a little bit paranoid
Your brain is overheating
You're overworked, you′re underpaid
And your body's taking a beating"
And I said, "You′re not seeing things
Like how I'm seeing things
I'm seeing things that I don′t wanna see"
I seen the devil sit right before me
Fire in his eyes as he spoke to me
Blinked, I blinked and I pinched myself
I screamed for Jesus but it was no use
I had to face my painful truth
Voodoo in the hills and I′m running from ghosties
Lighting up the candles as the spooks approach me
Voodoo in the hills and I'm running from ghosties

Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, I can′t get no sleep
Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep
Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, I can′t get no sleep
Things are getting awfully deep, awfully deep, awfully deep