Roots Manuva

We're gonna do it like
We're gonna do it like we're supposed to do it
[Hook]
Don't nobody got no love for Smith
There ain't no peace, there ain't no justice
And it seem like much of a muchness
But right now I really couldn't care much less
Don't nobody got no love for Smith
There ain't no peace, there ain't no justice
And it seem like much of a muchness
But right now I really couldn't care much less
[Verse 1]
I'm the lost, the found
The good penny, the bad pound
Getting me down
That's the reason for me dancing
I shake my tush to the pictures in the music
Immune to the decadence, I found some meaning
Places I've been in, slapping the demons
Cleansing the heathens, Land's End to St. Stephen's
Rhyme with no reason, son of the fifth season
Soon as I'm on the case, soon as I'm leaving
Artisan outlaw, long-time looney
Black George Clooney, moody in the midnight
Fifteen tablets, check my prescription
I seen the shrinks and they say that I'm too pristine
I said I'm too sta-quo with a government health risk
See my todger with the luminous piss
Chorus
[Verse 2]
Wayward son of a Johnson, no Charlie, no Bronson
Steady we on some, looking to lump sum
Pull up a gumption, thanks for your function