Lyrics:
and others you testing luck
Well, I guess I'm dumb 'cuz I'm almost there
Just as the wind blows, I can feel it in the air
And I want it so bad
So bad I can
and others you testing luck
Well, I guess I'm dumb 'cuz I'm almost there
Just as the wind blows, I can feel it in the air
And I want it so bad
So bad I can
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you bad (Sucka)
What confusion? I mean
It's useless to step to this (Ah hah)
Nas, Kurupt we dangerous (Woooo)
Contendin'
Jah is watching you)
Man a wah some do a likkle bomboclaated
Weh feel like them because dem album charted
Well all bad card will be disregarded
No
Trying to ball and they call me a bad sport
It's not my fault that it's gon' be a violation
If you step foot in my back court
If you want to run your
My momma fed me with a silver spoon
Too bad she and daddy never hung around
To see their baby girl grow
Into a killer soon
If you cause a problem,
gonna
Do" That creates this beautiful hunger
That people tend to lose i don't know if
I'm just really good at having bad luck
Or really good
At just
still be shit outta luck and you can want it bad but what if it’s not enough and yeah I want it bad but I feel its never enough
I’m a starving artist
and others you testing luck
Well, I guess I'm dumb 'cuz I'm almost there
Just as the wind blows, I can feel it in the air
See I want it so bad
So bad I can
and others you testing luck
Well, I guess I'm dumb 'cuz I'm almost there
Just as the wind blows, I can feel it in the air
See I want it so bad
So bad I can
and others you testing luck
Well, I guess I'm dumb 'cuz I'm almost there
Just as the wind blows, I can feel it in the air
See I want it so bad
So bad I can
get me wrong about the bad love
I gotta have good love
True Love - yeah - true Love - Ohh
Ummm...
True Love
From the album "True Love"
Written
the limit of the men who gave you frowns
Too bad they're all some fucking bow downs
Sensitive pussies looking' like clowns
Listen here whore, listen very well
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
wanted him to die
I just smoke
I hated him so bad
And the wildest of dreams can come true
How long will I pay for my mistakes
I die
I'm going mad
I die
How
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
a purloined lighter
Leave arteries flow choked like an In-N-Out drive-thru
Then evolve to resolve your clogged heart shocked by Raichu
Catch him blazing in
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
cause know I don't want to hear yo album
I don't want to hear it, hear it, just a bunch of links
I wonder what happened to Late Night Money Making
I
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
Still post up round street
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what won’t leave
Yeah me I might get new places,
*Taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
*Written by Bob Geldof
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