Lyrics:
final, stressful hours
Every carpenter knows that sawdust pile
You look up, and man, it towers
The phone rings once in the office
A signal from
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your
silver and my gold"
Sayin', "Are you weepin' for my store?"
Or are you weepin' for your house carpenter
Whose face you'll never see no more?
"A
Fucking cut you when I see you, Michael
Fucking bitch
You like to be nice to your fans?
You fucking faggot
I put a fucking veil over your little kid
You know what free is nigga?
What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see
Reggae Music for a reason
You see you can play it under Jah season
I play reggae music in the middle of the street
Play reggae music because
on your own
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, you can tell by the tone
Gotta lotta women waitin' by they phone all alone
But I'm here for ya
When I get
perfection
When tempted by the flesh you need to find direction
South Park flows go stupid go Timmy with it
Aye if my name inside yo mouth then put my glizzy
gon' feel like you got tasered
Hear a blast and see a flash from
Far like a massive star quasar
Laser hit you in your facial
Tissue like acne scar laser
the protagonist dies
But I'm afraid that I won't, I'll keep on writing my lines
I'll keep on walking around and keep a hold of my mic
So, if I see you again, I'll
Breakin' down the walls of heartache
Breakin' down the walls of heartache
Brick by brick, we'll tear 'em down
And the loneliness has made me see that
We've walked among you since the dawn of time,
Carpenter's son, the sacred and divine.
In battle's shadow, we see your courage wane,
With a whispered
how Michael Jackson feel
P.Y.T you bad for real
Know why they mad mad mad
I won't lack
Stuck on you like tat tat tat
Wont hold back
Girl its
the pain, huh
I can see your lips are itching, standing right beside me
I've witnessed opposition blinded from the high beams
You're crossing your arms cuz
left me in the cold
That's why when you say you love me
I be hanging up the phone
Broken soul of a passionate man
I built this home see the scares
going clear
They'll see its all there (Hey)
And I cant show you what I do by day
And I wont show you what I do by night
Grind everyday I be moving them
y’all
You don’t know shit bout a body named Michael
You don’t know shit about Mseethal
With whom the hell am I speaking?
Cause I don’t see nothing but
pioneers and we're leaders check the hidden figures
We're a spectacle if you can't see it then grab your readers
I don't need a seat at your table, coz your
the walls of heartache
Breakin' down the walls of heartache
Brick by brick, we'll tear 'em down
And the loneliness has made me see that
Chippin'
the middle
Belittle the spittle I give you and I promise you it'll
Be a lot of things but it wont be beneficial
Hit you with dope lines every time I whittle
And he said "you won't believe us
When I describe to you
The private parts of Michael Eavis"
It's just Michael Eavis and his micro-penis
It's like
gold
Saying are you weeping for my store
Or are you weeping for your house carpenter
Whose face you'll never see no more
A curse, a curse
of the state get ate like steak
'Cause the people too strong (too strong)
Rapture's comin' one Sunday, it's blood by Monday
I promise I won't be long (it
Now when you see me in the club (You can bump this)
You ballin out doin it up (You can bump this)
The champagne won't buss (You can bump this)
You wanna
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