Lyrics:
to the wall
I guess the too-hard basket is full
And now the too-hard basket is full
I guess the too-hard basket is full
I think the too-hard basket is full
How
The world is in trouble, you could do something
And I'm just here tryna get you started
Get this shit out the too hard basket
Get your ass out an early casket
forever.
Then what will you tell your heart?
So don't put your dreams in one basket.
Best made plans may go astray
If you play for hard stakes
You
No dey full basket
(Eh)
No dey full basket
No dey full basket
Too much talk
No dey full basket
(Oh oh)
No dey full basket
No dey full basket
No dey
One, two, three, four
I don't want to talk about it to you
I'm not an open book that you can rifle through
The cold hard truth that you'll see
I've been a roaming Juliet
My Romeos have been many
But now my roaming
Days have gone
Too many irons in the fire
Is worse than not having any
I've been a roaming Romeo
My Juliets have been many
But now my roaming days have gone
Too many irons in the fire
Is worse than not having any
How good she used to be
And it's just too bad I've got a good memory
Good memories are hard to leave behind
I've got a bushel basket of 'em
days have gone
Too many irons in the fire
Is worse than not having any
I've had my share and from now on
I'm putting all my eggs in one basket
I'm
I've been a roaming Romeo
My Juliets have been many
But now my roaming days have gone
Too many irons in the fire
Is worse than not having any
I've been a roaming Romeo
My Juliets have been many
But now my roaming days have gone
Too many irons in the fire
Is worse than not having any
I've been a roaming Romeo
My Juliets have been many
But now my roaming days have gone
Too many irons in the fire
Is worse than not having any
come along
Help me sing my mango song
Mango
Pickin' mango is mighty hard
Children play in Daddy's yard
Woman work in the kitchen
Cooking meals
forever.
Then what will you tell your heart?
So don't put your dreams in one basket.
Best made plans may go astray
If you play for hard stakes
You
I'm putting all my eggs in one basket
I'm betting ev'rything I've got on you
I'm giving all my love to one baby
Heaven help me if my baby
I've been a roaming Romeo
My Juliets have been many
But now my roaming days have gone
Too many irons in the fire
Is worse than not having any
I've been a roaming Romeo
My Juliets have been many
But now my roaming days have gone
Too many irons in the fire
Is worse than not having any
With baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga I'm cleaner than your
Motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard
I do
This road leads to Rainbowville
Going my way?
Up ahead is Bluebird Hill
Going my way?
Just pack a basket full of wishes
And off you start with
Daddy called me a silly bore
Bet he won't say that any more
Because the way his body is severed too
His vocal chords are gonna be hard to use
the city, beneath a shade-tree,
We'll spread a basket for two;
Then we'll discuss the future for us,
And I'll whisper love words to you.
Just can't wait for
It's righteousness is shining
It walks on ruby shoes
There's not too much of nothing
You cannot make it do
I cross the muddy river
To dig
Senior service
Junior dissatisfaction
It's a breath you took too late
It's a death that's worse than fate
Senior service
Junior dissatisfaction
I've been a roaming Romeo
My Juliets have been many
But now my roaming days have gone
Too many irons in the fire
Is worse than not having any
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