Riding Home (Roudette Marlon)

Gimme the tune and Even if it don't mean the same But every time I'll sing for you But every time I'll sing for you Will see you bought and sold, and sold, riding home I don't know... ain't no home... Wait, the same little boy with the cassette tape? The big foot jeans, awaiting at the school gate Late night thoughts, he's tearing up the paper And here's the soundbite ten years later He took the yard to the city an he mixed it Mattafixed it, now he's on some sick shhh So keep your money and your cars and your deals I'm riding home on the same two wheels Gimme the tune and Even if it don't mean the same But every time I'll sing for you But every time I'll sing for you Wait the same little boy they used to underestimate? Made a great escape with only practice An attic and a mattress This same man is trying to hatch this game plan And catch a vibe make it world wide Spirals of idols and rivals labelled as a dreamer Stroll as the world rolls by you in a beamer Now empathize if you know how it feels Riding home on the same two wheels I made my best friends From the West Indies to the West End In every corner in every section Perfection, long lasting connection The little boy with the clear skin complexion Afternoons and I'm scrubbing old sneakers In time to the vibes from my makeshift speakers An assortment laments from my Walkman I'm still trying to walk good though I'm slightly awkward Gimme the tune and Even if it don't mean the same But every time I'll sing for you But every time I'll sing for you Will see you bought and sold, and sold, riding home So, things didn't work out exactly how I planned it No matter how you brand it I'm still the same bandit Essentially the story of the 21st century Kid make your music cause it's meant to be Music cause it's meant to be I'm making music cause it's meant to be You never know what it meant to me Now if you're bought and sold, and sold you're riding home