Lyrics:
the rains
And the warm lit sun
On the beaches sand (love Jamaica)
Comes a man with a plan to renew the world
Up in rasta land
Hungry boys and girls,
the rains
And the warm lit sun
On the beaches sand (love Jamaica)
Comes a man with a plan to renew the world
Up in rasta land
Hungry boys and girls,
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
Okay let's do it
Note to all Jamaicans big up to the scene (ooh, go, go, go, go, go)
Kinda with a bobsled team this year, we comea runnin' (go,
Jamaica slide by
Slide down now
Slide up now
To the right
To the left
Now bounce
Run the track
Run the track
Run the track
It's bobsled time
Run the track
When she gets up in the morning
It's enough to wake the dead
Oh she turning on the radio
And dancing on my head
It's no good living in the sun
tonight
The book of flight tonight
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica
Jamaica, Jamaica, Jamaica
Word up, here we go,
Yo, ahh, yo, yo, the DJ Dexter,
nuff people say they know they cant believe,
jamaica we have a bobsled team
(repeat once)
we have the one derice,
and the one jr.,
yule brenner,
Who designed the snowflake
Who made the planet spin
Who came up with new born babies skin
Who created seasons
The cycle of rebirth
Who
this
Help me big up Jamaica
The land of wood and water
The systems might no proper
But we love the vibes the food and the culture
Woi, can't you see
on the letter
I vowed not to cry anymore
If we survived the Great War
You drew up some good faith treaties
I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
First of all, black park it, guns, we spark it
Hit you in the back of your dome, from far, kid
Dice kickers, gun clickers, run up in the bank for ones,
way to find there's nothing left to me and her
Nothing more but a heart still at war
She had four white stallions coming up around the bend
Four
the moonlight shine
And dream into the future
Believe it's here to stay
A caravan
Of artists and bands
Caravan
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
A caravan
Of artists
Feeling out, feeling down
This feeling wouldn't leave me alone
Then up came-a one that said (hey, Dread)
"Hey, Dread, dry, Natty Dread,
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up
I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby
Artist - somebody didn't hear me
(What'd he say?)
Artist - formerly known as Prince
You gotta get your peace on
Peace, whoa oh
Peace
That's what
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
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