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wake up
I thank the lord I'm Welsh


(English translation)

Awaken sleepy Wales, land of song
Deep is the weakness, small is the flame
Cruel is
We on a world tour 
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand 
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
This song was first released on the Live at the Sydney Opera House album. 
It is the only album it has been released on.

One Sunday morning as I
Inspired by women, niggas say that I treat em different
Niggas be bitches, hoes be bitches, I don't see no difference
Shawty my aim is different, DC
sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again.

Let's skip the news boy (I'll go and make some tea)
Arabs
sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again.

Let's skip the news boy (I'll go and make some tea)
Arabs
New South Wales
This fifth day of July, in the year of Our Lord nineteen
Hundred and thirty five

Why must I apologize every time that I sit down
Wale and K'naan they don't know is they're radio 
How the hell did they fit the TV in the radio

They told me go in, no problem I'mma go in 
And shy
This is my, only truth, this is my risin' up.
So you can ask Black Thought if I know my Roots.
Shit, before you? uest my Love for this, 
Just know we
of Metal, four Metal Kings
Songs of true metal we will sing
Till the blood on your sword is the blood of a king
Till the blood on your hand is the blood
villainous beast
This angel of death

They hear the noise
The people in the town
They cringe in fear
Frightened by the sound
A sacrifice is required
choirs, Wales.
Ah, you're from Wales! Now is this sperm or blue-tip?
Ha, ha, ha, ha. Very funny, Jim.
Sorry.
Me and Benny went out.
Who's Benny?
round us
And the winds a-blowin' gale
I'd rather have drowned in misery
Than gone to New South Wales
There's no time for mischief there they say
Remember
Aye, the footmen are frantic in their indignation,
You see, "The Queen's took a taxi herself to the station!"
Where the porters, surprised by her
are not forgotten
On these fields pure love is sought
Yet vengeance has it's cruelty
The search for truth and honor
Is blinded by a beauty

The lady
here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
The land of the old folks is calling to me."
Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside cafe,
A young girl
They used to take a militant stance;
Now all we're hearing is a song and a dance.
 
Well, we tried all the pop and jive,
To keep the band
sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine, though wales might have some rain
Saved again

Let's skip the news, boy (I'll make some tea)
The arabs
beast, this angel of death

They hear the noise, the people in the town
They cringe in fear, frightened by the sound
A sacrifice is required to live
Must
her once in a blue moon
Until Paris Fashion Week, how soon is too soon?

Walk by, on fire baby can't douse it
That body bangin', accept that
You
'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the floor
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is
sings a song called Trouble Again
Josie wales says no wrong free call me
Wayne Smith, Peter Metro, and Charlie Chaplain
Early be, Coca Tea, Brigadier
That body bangin', accept that
I walk by again, I need a look quick, hol' up

Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch
Switch, gold switch (Wale I
'gon lose dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the floor
I love the way yo booty go
All I want to do is
favorite song is "Started from the Bottom"
And I ain't hating mama, fact I wanna take your number
Said you save yo bread from Magic something happened then