Lyrics:
mi second talent
She waan the big board piece dem, she nuh waan no weak fence
Good performance, mi supply sufficient
Well vigorous, and work
and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please
My boy builds coffins, he makes them all day
But it's not just for work
You make me shaky the way you play the game
And every time it works the same
You say what you can
But you can't understand
It's bigger than you,
deceivin'
I gotta work, I go to work
You don't deserve to feel so hurt
You got a lot of fuckin' nerve
I don't deserve, so
Don't take it out on me
I'm
the crib goin' crazy
I been movin' work on the daily
Baby, ain't tryna be your baby
Understand, I'm just tryna be the daily
Scoop, scoop (skrrt)
play if I'd do everything he'd say
Girls seemed to just get in his way
Those days we weren't considered fun
A cowboy's work is never done
He'd
Please Mr Lacey, let me work your loving machine
Please Mr Lacey, let me work your loving machine
Will you let me control the handles,
you know
bed, couldn't work the same
Jobs gone, bills are here
Been a hard, hard year
I look on the bad side of life
I lose heart then I want to die
So I've got
to me
Sleeping but my work's not done
I could be lying on an atom bomb
I'll take care cause I know you'll be there
And you seem very beautiful to me
want it to work
Don't you forget I had him first?
What you thinkin'?
Stop blamin' me
He wasn't man enough for me
If you don't know, now here's
soon we'll be found
Well it's been rough but we'll be just fine
Work it out yeah we'll survive
You mustn't let a few bad times dictate
So come
it's a state of mind
The fellas need to hi-jump girls' big behinds
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And work your body 'till it gets loose
It's
feel the same way too
The goodness of your works will carry you through
Do good onto others and Jah will do the same for you
Give it a try, my friend,
the works of the wise
Words of divine
To the princess right away
Tell her to be fine
Never go astray
Words of divine
To all the woman right away
Put
they heard us
Bum smoke money from the offering
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handy work"
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better
of the things we believe
There's a whole lot of work we should roll up our sleeves
And we got a hold firm when fate's full like a sieve
Why doubt your plans
Natural inner beauty
I guess you could say she's just an unapproachable comedienne
Haven't much faith in her talent
She didn't work
No comedienne has
matter what we must go on
Just keep the faith and
Let love lead the way
Everything will work out fine
If you let love
Love lead the way
Sitting
When I was a little boy
Daddy used to say to me "Son,"
"We got a lot of land
We got a lot of work to be done"
Go get your marbles, put 'em in
You ah John Mind, mi ah Joe Grind (mind)
You gi' her di money and mi kill her wit di wine (wine)
When you deh ah work, she deh pon yuh mind (work
A got to big up all ma friends and
Cho, all ma fans eeh, she it deh,
I'm a family man, well dis one call
Di f.w.z. ain't it work it out yu self
Stoller
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard till
Up I rush off to work
Hello Fred you look half dead
Are you coming are you going
I could never do a double shift
Hello Fred get some bed Fred
me
Still with me, pain plus work
Shit she made me milk this game for all it's worth
That's right, these niggas can't fuck with me
I'm calling guts
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