Roots Manuva - Awfully Deep lyrics

Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep, I can't get no sleep

Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep, Awfully Deep

I don't do mind games, I'm frame by frame
I'm eighteen bit's, I'm fourty-eight hertz
My favourite tie tied to my Dicky Dirts
My flirt tac-tics are so damn sublime
MY long-john greased with slippery slime
My prime cut, move ya butt, twist ya nut
From ya don't know issht then
Keep ya mouth shut
Hut one, hut two, hut three and hut four
A terrible phase is spendin' money wi' whores
A pastor say we shouldn't do that shit
So we sit down
Reflect all the sins we commit
How many Hail Marys 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
God's my body guard, beg you pardon me, pa

Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep, I can't get no sleep

Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep, Awfully Deep

My sanity's back on the line again
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
Sendin' me away to the farms of the funny
Them places only make me worse
They full'a, crooked doctors and kinky nurses
That poke you in the arse
And measure your schlong
Put that tape measure down
That practice is wrong
They thought I didn't know what was goin' on
But, I
Knew the clue although the drugs was strong
Claw-polma, oxidisa-what?
Tell me doctor, why I got purple snot
I'm feelin' happy when I know I'm sad
And now they wanna certify me mad

Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep, I can't get no sleep

Things are gettin, 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 over heating
You're overworked, you're underpaid
And your body's taken a beating"
And I said "You're not seein' things
Like how I'm seein' things
I'm seein' things that I don't wanna see
I see 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 (awful) painful truth
Voodoo in the hills
And I'm runnin' from ghosties
Lightin' up the candles as
The spooks approach me voodoo in the hills
And I'm runnin' from ghosties

Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep, I can't get no sleep

Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
Awfully Deep, Awfully Deep