Highest Grade
Roots Manuva Lyrics


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(Chorus)
Dah dah dah dah dah

Dreamy days, come what may, we feel no way
there's gonna be fun and lots of laughter

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
I'm just a long foot barely talk
I might take of my shoes might take of my socks
Take a little peep under that frock tonight
But there be no body pop pop tonight
You know my style I keep it on a holy outa body mind blown
We in some zone
So how deep can we sow those seeds
and proceed to buck the limit?
Spinnin' in a whirlpool, ecential peek
Messin' around with all those chemical rushes
When natural highs come a whole lot cheeper
Sweet to Geha got me singin' baby baby babe
I got the sudden urge to miss behave
I want to take you away from all the stresses
Buy you nice flowers and expensive dresses
You don't belive me, you think I'm cheesy

(Chorus: repeat 2X)

I want to feel ya, I want to know ya, I want to hold ya
But at the same time situations are complex
Cause you got perticulars, I got perticulars
Old circles are sick of us
Cause we're walkin' down a prim-rose row
To everything and nothing
So can you picture past the honeymoon
where you beat me with a wooden spoon
And you got me sleepin' on the couch
Now I'm thinkin' who's house is this?
This is my money, this is my pain, these are my drugs
This is my brain, and its never gonna be the same

(Chorus: repeat 2X)

I'm a one man power house succeding within the scene
Son of the sir(e) livin' the love livin' the dream
Wiper snapers get jeolous it's true they don't know
'Bout my x amount of heart break years of low dough
We professional we dealin' with bussiness
Revolution creap up slap you on the nose bridge
Touces in the back room gettin' the dutch
And these women in my black book they all quite posh
Still I wash my own breif wash my own socks
Some cocks y'all the horny bastards gressy polls
Square peg in a round hole too much show now
Some say I'm arrogent some say I'm laid back
From a counciled fact payin' higher rate tax
Who's the that who's the geeks must be Manuva MC
With a second LP for all the girls I got the vitality
It's my





(Chorus: repeat 4X)

Overall Meaning

In Roots Manuva's song "Highest Grade," the chorus sets a lighthearted and carefree tone, inviting the listener to enjoy the dreamy days and not worry about what may come. The lyrics seem to suggest that the singer is looking for a good time, but also acknowledges that there may be complexities and challenges in relationships. In the verse, the singer describes himself as a "long foot barely talk," implying that he is something of an awkward outsider, but that he still wants to connect with others in deep and meaningful ways. He speaks of wanting to sow seeds and buck the limit, suggesting a desire for personal growth and exploration. The lines "messin' around with all those chemical rushes when natural highs come a whole lot cheaper" point to a theme of seeking authentic experiences and connection, rather than relying on substances or artificial stimuli.


As the song progresses, the lyrics become more personal, touching on the challenges and rewards of relationships. The singer talks about wanting to know and hold the person he desires, but also acknowledges that there are complications and particularities that must be navigated. He speaks of the hurdles and difficulties that come with a long-term relationship, such as disagreements and frustrations. By the end of the song, the lyrics have shifted back to a more celebratory tone, with the singer declaring himself a "one-man powerhouse" who is living the love and the dream.


Line by Line Meaning

Dreamy days, come what may, we feel no way
there's gonna be fun and lots of laughter


I'm just a long foot barely talk
I'm not saying much


I might take of my shoes might take of my socks
I might get comfortable


Take a little peep under that frock tonight
I'm curious, but nothing untoward


But there be no body pop pop tonight
I'm not going to be disrespectful


You know my style I keep it on a holy outa body mind blown
I'm spiritual and open-minded


We in some zone
we're in the right headspace


So how deep can we sow those seeds
how far can we take this?


and proceed to buck the limit?
pushing boundaries


Spinnin' in a whirlpool, ecential peek
playing with drugs, but it's not the answer


Messin' around with all those chemical rushes
getting high artificially


When natural highs come a whole lot cheeper
realizing natural joy is more rewarding


Sweet to Geha got me singin' baby baby babe
I'm feeling good


I got the sudden urge to miss behave
I'm feeling a little rebellious


I want to take you away from all the stresses
I want to make you happy


Buy you nice flowers and expensive dresses
I want to spoil you


You don't belive me, you think I'm cheesy
you're not convinced, you might find me corny


I want to feel ya, I want to know ya, I want to hold ya
I'm really into you


But at the same time situations are complex
this is all complicated


Cause you got perticulars, I got perticulars
we both have our own issues


Old circles are sick of us
our friends don't like us together


Cause we're walkin' down a prim-rose row
we're heading into uncharted territory


To everything and nothing
it's all uncertain


So can you picture past the honeymoon
can you see us long-term?


where you beat me with a wooden spoon
when things get tough between us


And you got me sleepin' on the couch
when things get really tough between us


Now I'm thinkin' who's house is this?
this is a mess


This is my money, this is my pain, these are my drugs
these are my problems


This is my brain, and its never gonna be the same
this is my headspace, and it's changed


I'm a one man power house succeding within the scene
I'm successful in my field


Son of the sir(e) livin' the love livin' the dream
I'm living a great life


Wiper snapers get jeolous it's true they don't know
people are envious of me


'Bout my x amount of heart break years of low dough
they don't know what I've been through


We professional we dealin' with bussiness
we're handling things like grown-ups


Revolution creap up slap you on the nose bridge
you never know what's going to happen


Touces in the back room gettin' the dutch
some people are doing drugs


And these women in my black book they all quite posh
I've got some fancy ladies interested in me


Still I wash my own breif wash my own socks
I'm still grounded


Some cocks y'all the horny bastards gressy polls
some guys are just gross


Square peg in a round hole too much show now
I don't fit in everywhere


Some say I'm arrogent some say I'm laid back
I have a mixed reputation


From a counciled fact payin' higher rate tax
I pay a lot of taxes


Who's the that who's the geeks must be Manuva MC
I'm the man


With a second LP for all the girls I got the vitality
I've still got it




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Written by: JIMMY WEBB, RODNEY HYLTON SMITH

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