Lyrics:
get is new heaters
A president who mislead us and give us different diseases
I spit my shit with a meanin', while scriptin' it like a genius
This
harder, no martyrs, no givers
Fire storms, wildfires borne
Water borne disease, new forms
Pandemics, a black horse
No rider, a new norm
Fire storms,
and the sky's over Kingston lighting up
For the new generation rising up, of youths now a days weh dem sighting up
And through reasoning dem biding up
Marchenko. Landscape framework for regional forest fire monitoring. International Forest Fire News (IFFN). 2005. Issue 32.
60. Anderson. A model to predict
Any day a revolution might erupt, and the sky's over Kingston lighting up
For the new generation rising up, of youths now a days weh dem sighting up
people with no name.
No shame for the government institutions. That institute pollution enfusin' a new solution.
Father divine enshrined through David
Pole reversals are nothing new, for sure
Would you be surprised - if underneath the ice
Tropical forests frozen in time
There's something in the ice...
Pole reversals are nothing new, for sure
Would you be surprised - if underneath the ice
Tropical forests frozen in time
There's something in the ice...
reversals are nothing new, for sure
Would you be surprised - if underneath the ice
Tropical forests frozen in time
There's something in the ice…
There's
Hisashiburi desu! I'm back in the Kaurna
From the land of the rising sun
To the land down under
Back on the beat like a tropical thunder
Back
you garçon
Another round of champagne for me please
Flow sick, dawg shit a disease
Neck froze, wrist next, then some sex on the beach
Come here, gimme
dreams of an errection,
Any time I'm in the booth there's an affection.
I'm like the CDC I leave you cold,
Center for disease and I'm out of control.
I
ANITA (spoken)
At home, at home. If it's so nice "at home" why don't you go back there?
ROSALIA
I would like to... Just for a successful visit.
Puerto Rico
You lovely island
Island of tropical breezes
Always the pineapples growing
Always the coffee blossoms blowing
Puerto Rico
You
Puerto Rico
You lovely island
Island of tropical breezes
Always the pineapples growing
Always the coffee blossoms blowing
Puerto Rico
You
about
What he talking about
Pussy boy you get slapped up
Stacking my bread I'm getting the cheese
Niggas is hating a fucking disease
Counting a mill
fourteen token bud
Still tropical sun with tall trees and coconuts
My art sells for peanuts like poor street folk that busk
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