Lyrics
Oooooh
See it deya? bagga problem
Oooooh
The day I lost my friend
Couldn't stray from the
Evil eye dem
Another face found
Flat inna the Thames
Another dark skin angel fi DEAD
They were meant to be his dogs
Oh Lord
Ooooooo
The pitchforks come fi stop my voice
The reaper come disguised as a boy
Shellings inna Brixton market
Look what you started
Him did never trouble anybody
So tell me why he got hit by the pumpy
I'll wait, I'll wait
Look what ya started
Shellings inna Brixton market
Him say chi chi man ah di target?
Mi nah just artist
Dearly departed
Donnies out here gettin clarted
Talk on my name like wha?
Brown skin man ah see stars
Brown skin man warn drape?
Come chase man
Popped like grape like pop pop pop
Haunted boy coz imma haunt the boy
When he close his eyes soul is traumatised
Dem ah traumatised
Writer(s): Brandon Douglas
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