Lyrics:
This consciousness, manifested. Hallucination
Long since withdrawn from, our human apprehension.
With no respite, my work spares life.
There is
sise
Make I jam my payday
Sise sise oma rere
Oluwa Jo gbemileke
E don dey too late aye de tin bere bi mo se n sise
Make I jam my payday (I am the spare
Droop Lion – Moving On
(A. Brown & J. P. Thompson)
Intro
Fi real man…
Yeah yaw
A Reggae Rebbels
A Reggae Rebbels (repeat three times with harmony)
I've had enough, I'm fedded up, p-pissed off now I'm stuttering, k-kill off all your bruddanem
Won't spare any one of them, p-p-put them 6 feet deep,
Pretending she's a thief
But the only thing she steals is time
She's gonna take it in her hands (She pretends...)
She's gonna spend it all on you (She
Did I strangle you with my love?
Think I saw it wrapped around your throat
The last time I saw you, you looked so pale
And white just like a ghost
To resign to the glory of a commonplace
I am jaded
I don't wanna see what's becoming of me
Here's a bit! Then spare me this sight now
Cut it out I'm tired
think I smell the whif of a scheme
Me too
We can plan another protest
We?
This time you can shoot from the start
You'll direct, starring me!
time to cross the North Sea First I must break free We could ask Constantine I'm needed elsewhere \""No way! My troops I cannot spare.\"" This seems
a musket, a knapsack and coat,
Spare boots that 'e'd managed to wangle,
A 'atchet, a spade... in fact, as Sam said,
'E'd got everything bar t'kitchen mangle.
Your lame excuses you can spare they only live who dare! Coins you toss Weighted by your fear of loss Both sides are heads The tails between your legs
All the peoples on earth!
Silent night! Holy night!
Long we hoped that He might,
As our Lord, free us of wrath,
Since times of our fathers He hath
The all-news station was thanking someone for the call
It's a van from St. Agnes's choir
There's a nun out there changing a tire
By the time they got by her,
Come taste a century of hatred
Free from the sanity of them
Is there something,
That you see in all of them
Non-believer, a time will come,
said, "I'm sticking with my farm until I die."
He said, "I'm sticking with my farm until I die."
They fed him spare ribs and coffee and soothing
according to a fantasy?
My softness and fragility
My feminine grace and delicacy
Made death himself afraid for me
And so in time I grew to be blond
I shouldn't have driven
You shouldn't have driven
But we got there
Had a good time
So we left the car
And the cabby was from a war zone
We were
He'll need some time to get over this
But a moment is all he can spare
His buddies out there in the city lights
And he is trying to care
See
or foe, and war's a cruel thing
The nightingale is near at hand, my time at home is brief
And Carey's steams and mountain land I part with bitter grief
the bill. All we've got is time to kill.
Another round of loneliness and you can go back to your pill.
Blue heart. Red heart. Broken heart want to see
of cares
He'd feel a little better if they broke him up for spares
But everything he has to do, he finds the world condemming
If he had his time again,
ways have had their time
Heaven help the chosen few
You best start prayin' that it's not you
Get your kids out while you can
Save them from the running
Listen to the rhythm, listen to the rhyme
Listen to the clock tick tock the hands of time
Ticking, tocking, constantly revolving
Listen
the star status when I walk in the studio?
A mic's there, tracks spare, and I'm ready to do me some
A trooper gettin ready for a real live renegade
Waitin
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