Lyrics:
living for the nine to five
Abuse and exploit all the others to survive
Don't look back, go straight ahead
Stay affluent and single-minded
Stab in
already gave up, cut our own heads offs
Stab our own backs and dream too much
Without fulfilling reality, too greedy and
Can't have one or two chains, we
can?t come stab in a the back
Can?t get caught by your wolf pack
different sort Rasta can?t relax
Yea eh
CHORUS
No other like Jah be wise
and ah
You're taking us for fools
Fall in line with the fool's parade
For a stab in the back and a mockery made
For the fool's parade ensures unfair trade
For
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
can't even hold palm in their hands
Pull up in that bassline snatch you up with these hits
Tie you up with my lyrics
Now you're abducted by this shit
everything I'll ever be
a small fire, the size of a volcano
looking out upon a landscape
totally burnt and empty
no aggravation, no back-stabs
displayed,
is the Buena Vista Social Club CD,
I thought you'd be back in three weeks,
and we'd go wandering in the peaks,
sojourn in my uncle Joe's ashram,
to grow up at the age of 12
Trying to get in where I fit, streets giving me hell
But yet I give it right, back, so how you like, that
Continue doing
So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)
Everyday we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different, parkin' lot pimpin'
You can catch Mac in
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
Only stems of rust stab the air we call our home
Go home
Faith in the root is still twined by heartstrings
And as ground sours, all of the children are
you
Your memories in my mind are like a stab in the heart
And deep inside I knew that I would never get that far
By waiting
Waiting on you
I wonder what
my back, left me in the black
Just like you know you are
Count backwards from ten
Back to the start where I let you in
Already consumed by so much
I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free route
Back in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it,
Benefit of the doubt
A step into the dark
Will there be light ahead
Or is all hope now dead
Or will you stab me in
Stab me in the back
I always felt
of yours
I'm working hard from Monday to Friday
From 9 to 5
I'm breaking my back
So let me live my fucking life
By listening to some music
And drinking
signing another deal?"
They ain't even get back to me in time
So I went somewhere else and I don't know who butthurt or what
I could give a fuck, man
Forty earth-like planets
Three holes two tits
One fork in its side
Zero tears in their eyes
Sue the spiders
Sink the Welsh
Stab your Facebook
I a fiction in your real life?
'Cause I'm so lost, tired, and weary
Hurt by your lies
What right do you have
To smile to my face and stab my back?
I
line like private events in airports
And live by the code I'mma bust mine
Word, tunes, start shorty while I got a tongue in my ear
Don't get a stain
Steve - Guitars & Bass
Chris - Drums
Nancy Fagan - Vocals & Hysteria
Jamie Firlotte - Boy Vocals [The suff in the { }, except the
"Thank you's"
they don´t rely on heaven
chance to make a move just by a stab
in the back of my fucking back
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