Marlon Roudette Riding Home song lyrics

Really?

Yo, yes problems solved aka Mattafix.

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 sound bite 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 the money and the cars and the deals

I'm riding home on the same two wheels

Riding home, riding home, gimme the tune

Wait the same little boy

They used to underestimate?

Made a great escape with only practice

And 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 empathise 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 lasing 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