Vanderbuyst Never Be Clever
Going down the line, my head up high Wonder why it's so hard to feel fine Got all I need Plastic teeth A pocket full of speed And I'm cool with the heat I got a groovy little lady Seems I'm waisting her time Got a hit and a bullet Still back in crime People say I used to do better So I guess I'm gonna have to get myself together
But I'll never Ooh aah aah I'll never be clever I'll never be clever Ooh aah aah I'll never be clever Some say I'm suicidal With a sense of humour Some say I'm faking it all Trying to start rumours Some people say a moment lasts longer I find myself at home Settled down, write a song I'll love to hang around In black people's places Fascinated staring at faces Holy mama, make me concentrate Got to write a song And I got to create
Going down the line, my head up high
