Dr Syntax - Slow Down lyrics

[Chorus x2] It seems like certain people need to slow down Sit and zone out, but they don't know how They're burning loads of pounds But I'm in no doubt Burn the candle both ends It'll get blown out [Dr. Syntax] Can you really see Synners Getting down to some big-cheese business? Every month, holding more than three figures I've seen that scene And that scene seems vicious Keen-witted mean-spirits Fiending for riches, me I couldn't deal with it I'll sooner be seen swimming In deep rivers wearing concrete slippers It's wrong that I should feel privileged when Given a fleeting glimpse of free living once my weeks finished Maybe I'm one of those weak quitters But I can't work all day And only rest for fifteen minutes Eating TV dinners Steady trying to keep diligent Thinking of my annual beach visit So ask me what I'm doing instead, just Scooping a bit of bread and bu*ter While pursuing interests And you might think I'm stupid As a foolish inbred Used to sittin' on a stoop With a group of pissheads But it's rare that my mood is intense 'Cuz I created a relaxing ambiance Without using incense So accuse me while using a pertruding index 'Cuz it's true that I'm a loser With his future in shreds But I produce a sick text When I use a Bic pen Something in me ticks Like a superhuman sixth sense Observing life through a thick lens Watching steadily Using time to rest Thus preserving my longevity [Chorus x2] [Mole] It's Tuesday night, man I'm craving spliff and hot food But not more than pound a drink And sh** pop tunes A lot lost to the work-drink work-drink Puzzled punters glugging jugs To make the words fit (What?) A [double] something always Tugging at the purse-strings And now they're sloppy 'round the edges Like a first kiss I'm not the worst; it's Just a casual pastime Nothing serious Just here to drink the bar dry Chuckle at our troubles as they shrink into the dark night Follow my reflection as it's sinking With my last pint We're on the brink of being Victims of the far right But can't resist because we're Twisted by this fast life I drifted in from last night Thinkin' how it's A little bit odd that we see time as a commodity When if a man was lost at sea Without a clock to read Imprisoned by his prophesy Allowing his return upon Accomplishment of odyssey He could quite possibly Arrive to find the hand had only moved from one to three Think about it logically Or don't if you're too busy But choose quickly 'Cuz pretty soon they'll be selling special Seconds of your life online for 2.50 Who's with me?! Nah, I thought not 'Cuz then you'd have to slow down And if I'm really honest with you Then I couldn't go now Just leave with no sound Like this life was worth nothing; All possessions thrown down Possessions thrown down Possessions thrown down Possessions thrown down Possessions thrown down, down, down