Brotha Dud on telephone
Brotha's got to leave his home
Brotha Dud on « Best » Street
Brotha lost on friends Street
Well I've got you people
I'd rather got a weapon
But I'd rather got a painball and a weapon, weapon
That's why I tell you
Love
Can't make me cry
Just makes me fly
Just makes me try
Love
Can't make me cry
Just makes me fly
Just makes me try
'Look around me I recognize you
You really look as a freak I will got you
Sweety bang bang I've got a real bomb I've got a weapon a weapon
Lord I'd rather do with you, Father I'd better, why ? I'd better do this lonely
Sweety bang bang I've got a real bomb I've got a weapon a weapon
(I've got to wake up all)
That's why I tell you
Love
Can't make me cry
Just makes me fly
Just makes me try
Love
Can't make me cry
Just makes me fly
Just makes me try
That's why I've got a weapon
I've got I've got to wake up all
Yes wake up all, wake up all the people
That's why I've got a weapon, it's gonna be sweet to make the jump oh no
So that do the fellows who follow the colours
That's why I tell you
Love
Can't make me cry
Just makes me fly
Just makes me try
Love
Can't make me cry
Just makes me fly
Just makes me try
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