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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Too Many T's
Too Many T's
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ross Standaloft
Ross Standaloft
Lyrics
Leon Smith
Leon Smith
Lyrics
Oliver Johnson
Oliver Johnson
Composer
Joshua Steele
Joshua Steele
Composer

Lyrics

We all know about patterns
This ones a crazy pattern
This pattern’s been craft from dragons
Giving you the heat like a ring on Saturn
This pattern goes round and round
This pattern gunna fake that sound
This pattern double up at the top
But its never gunna stop man it takes you down
You can step away now
You can step away twice
But its written in the sunset
Theres more in your eyes
Theres more in your eyes
Yeah there’s more in your eyes
You know that feelings nice
See that
Breathe that
Feel alive
LEON
I close my eyes
Float away
Hold em tight
All the way
Stop the lights
Numb the pain
Hold my breath
Acid rain
Have you ever tried to hide hard
Have you ever tried too hard deep
Have you ever tried to hide
Behind something you didn’t want the world to see
Who’s that man with the mind keep moving
Each thought running in n out of his movie
Talking a good game feels like jumping
Can’t stop shaking sweating out something
It’s a kinda violence
Can’t swim still wants to dive in
And still wants to try
But he cant sit still stood high on an island….and I'm high on an island… and I'm high on an island… and I'm high on an island…and I'm high…
ROSS
Got a bit of devil and a rebel in the eye,
Going pedel to metal man it make better ride,
I’m getting fed up with ground, you know I wanna fly
Get a penny for your pound, like a pension
Wild eyed sucker on a park bench thinking die
With a parker on, with a parker pen, ah man he parks on up
Too big for arguments,
I don’t wanna stay so I say goodbye
LEON
Yo
These vices I live with I fight with I write with I lie with I try with and I wish I could try without
But there’s fibres and vine leaves that I need to find me the
white beams the eye sees when ya lights are out
I wanna sleep like a baby
But I’m too afraid I’ll fall
Somedays I think I’m failing
Somedays I think I’m tall
Somedays I think I’m crazy
But somedays I aint too sure
Somedays I stand and face it
Somedays, I escape it all
ROSS
I feel my teeth gritting close
Eagar as that demon knows
A legal hit, but beat up bones
Cut that tension
Walk that rope
Walk that rope
Did you think that far ahead,
Its bleak, might get deeeep
And your vision is short my friend, yeah
And your spirit is weak
And that spiral hits
Its dot to dot with that fever pitch
It wraps and locks on the evil bits
It shocks the core, no man it takes a grip
Tip toeing round the muddle that is you
Flip flop always draggin no boot
Antaganoist chatter of the pain goes splatter
when ya brain just wanna stay cool
And ya brain just wanna stay cool
And ya brain just wanna stay cool
And ya brain just wanna stay cool
LEON
I bin up n down
I bin up n around
I bin battered to the ground
Bin considered a counterfeit
If ever I found a way a way to quit or get out of it I would be out of it
But I’m out of it
Simmer down
Look at those lips come n kiss me
Gimme ya venom n then n I’m in heaven I’m getting on well again with the weather man, standing together with a hand full of empty bags
My mind feels light as a feather man
I wanna just fly to another land
To escape to another place in an avalanche
Do a dance
Dance with devil in a caravan
Add a bit of pace to the pattern
Make it hazard
Shake the brain matter as I play with the balance
Unstable caged embarrassed
Unstable chasing patterns
Written by: Joshua Steele, Leon Smith, Oliver Johnson, Ross Standaloft
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