Letra

King Yellowman Slightly Stoopid Yup Yup Livin' inna Babylon, tell me how you feel Things are getting rougher now, things are getting real People in the ghetto rob, loot, and shoot to kill Pack up all your bags and then move into the hills Just love! Love to keep them things for themselves Just love! Love to put the blame on someone else We don't want Want the things that everybody needs We don't need Need to hear them things they think of me Livin' in the ghetto man, things are getting real Pack up all your bags and then move into the hills Livin' inna Babylon, tell me how you feel Stoopid and King Yellowman, tell you what the deal We just love! Love to do them for someone else Just love! Not to Keep them things for ourselves Just love! Love like a riddum on a wheel Give hugs! Love to let them know just how we feel Livin' inna Babylon Bless up Big up Big up Rise up Livin' inna Babylon The world is a big hospital Everybody sick and they getting crucial The world is a big hospital Everybody sick and it getting critical Tired of the food that they eating Tired of the juice that they drinking Tired of the medicine they taking Tired of the live they living Tired of the things they saying Tired of the things that they faking Everybody want to live right Everybody want a good life The world is a big hospital Everybody sick and they getting crucial The world is a big hospital Everybody sick and it getting critical The world I don't like it I don't want it I don't need it Right! I can't take it If you don't change it I will break it Ribbit! Everybody fear a purpose But this world getting serious And if you never ever fix it There will be no more Christmas The world is a big hospital Everybody sick and it getting critical Big up! Bless up! Big up! Rise up! King Yellowman Slighty Stoopid We out!
Writer(s): Ryan Moran, Daniel Delacruz, Unknown Composer, Kyle J Mc Donald, Oguer Ocon, Miles Mason Doughty, Winston Foster, George Massa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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