The Sloth - Roundhead

I'm a sloth but I'm not just lazing around Up here in the trees so far off the ground I eat green leaves and I chew them slow I don't get dizzy upside down you know I'm thinking my way through a million things My brain works so fast I get giddy So I may look like I'm doing nothing at all But really I'm actually quite busy (I'm a sloth) I have three toes, some sloth have two On humans you'd call them fingers (I'm a sloth) I've a very long tongue, long claws, green fur It gets covered in algae, I don't mind - it's tasty And I'm thinking my way through a trillion things My brain works so fast I get giddy So I may look like I'm doing nothing at all But really I'm actually quite busy (I'm a sloth) Back in the olden days we were much bigger We were called megatherium Giant sloth as large as an elephant Can you even imagine? Now I'm thinking my way through gazillions of things My brain works so fast I get giddy And I may look like I'm doing nothing at all Really I'm actually quite busy I'm a sloth but I'm not just lazing around Up here in the trees so far off the ground (I'm a sloth) Thinking my way through gazillion things (I'm a sloth) Thinking my way through a trillion things (I'm a sloth) Thinking my way through a million things (I'm a sloth) Don't tell me I don't look busy Oh no no Oh no no

Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Now the right thing's the wrong thing No more excuses to come Just one step at a time And the war has begun Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun She's run away, she's run away And she ran so bitterly Now call to your colors, friend Don't you call to me Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Don't you cry, don't you cry Don't you cry upon the sea Don't you cry, don't you cry For your lady and me Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun

I came thru with the sauce Jumped into the passenger seat to tight And the big man poor I know why they're looking at me Cuz I'm young and wavey My lifestyle crazy I-I-I'm young and wavey My lifestyle crazy I came thru with the sauce Jumped into the passenger seat too tight And the big man poor I know why they're looking at me PART ONE OF LIFESTYLE

Hmm, yo (Who made this, JB made this, hahaha) Hahaha Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Just came through with a one-two, If you ask me then I might just son you I don't give a shit 'bout numbers, undo But ask for my numbers and I might just done you (I'll do that) They copy and paste, they best undo Everyone salutes when they see me but you (salute) Shout out Driz when I cut through, wooka, paw, I bring out the kung-fu I'm in the ghetto, ra-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta And this one chick's way too paro I'm with my dawgs, I'm with my dawgs One week I'm there, next week I'm gone One week in ends, next week Milan Foreign cars, I push to start, I see my guys, I say, "Wagman?" (yeah, yeah) Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer (skrr) Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr) For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (gon' slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Eighteen with the million plaques Soon sittin' on like a million racks (that's right) I'm abroad, they like the accent, Guess I'm sounding like it's a million's track (woosh) And all my brothers still with me, and all my brothers good From backflips and tappin' tables, to makin' it out the hood Tell me what you like-like, baby? (Baby) I bring the ice-ice, baby Princess cuts, make you oh so brazy I make you slay like Stacey Take you the hood, show you finer things Different life to the life you life Hatton G for the finest rings (bossy) Babe, that's the life we live Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer (skrr) Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr) For realers be my side (my side, ooters) They don't slip, they slide (they slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (my side, ooters) They don't slip, they slide (gon' slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla