Must keep my composure x2 Space rockin' and killers
fill my body with the poison head spinning to the rhythm like clockwork I aint' trying to do no wrong but they leave with no choice man there is so much spirit cut the curse to my verse be the piper pick peppars and I snort lines sorry mom I'm just a man of my times even though they hold me hostage said I aint worth a dime and time is money so i aint worth your time
and I aint worth your time but I aint worth your time x2
Through your control look
Space rockin' and killers
Everybody is quick to put their arms around me All this gane shit I'm empty inside And everytime I try to refuel Told me times are hard for ?zemers? thought I would be fine but But I'm sick of the intent of it You don't know me and you don't know my style and your thoughts are quarter live
Said you don't know my style
Thats right lets stay groove Come on and let me see you move Thats right lets stay groove Come on and let me see you WoooW
Takin' it back to the basics face it We are the kind to pitch this song in basement And I aint tying to have a problem here so putcha- More from Chemical Brothers