Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Som


Interface


Nível de dificuldade


Sotaque



Interface de linguagem

pt

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Política de cookies   |   Suporte   |   FAQ
1
cadastre-se / faça login
Lyrkit

doar

5$

Lyrkit

doar

10$

Lyrkit

doar

20$

Lyrkit

E/ou me apoie nas redes sociais. redes:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Brymo

Baale House

 

Baale House

(álbum: Ethos - 2022)


Tell somebody to tell anybody
To tell every person, to tell everybody
Dem carry matter go for Baale house
I no go, I no think twice
I no care, I no fit fight
I no be the one wearing disguise
Dem no dey think right

Tell everybody to everybody
To tell everybody to tell everybody
Tell somebody to tell anybody
To tell every person, to tell everybody
For Baale house, I no think twice
For Baale house, I no think twice

The hands on the clock is a quarter past infinity
God's word's forever the music is God's vicinity
All work for better as long I decree in this
Your ears will be blessed as you listen with gross indiscipline
Non-fiction, real life not written with ink type
No genre this is whatever the fuck I feel like
For what you are about to witness this is your VIP invite
For all the mistakes man makes
I'm filling this with insight

100 percent love from my imaginary haters
Still trying to find the source of the leaks of Pandoras papers
Journalistic poetry, outer space is a cold place
Hell on earth, Nigeria stays burning as it rotates
Try to speak on behalf of my people
Hoping it holds weight, no way
The bastards shot the messengers at the toll gate
Where do you find solace, fashion statements with no taste
Price tag on my life, but my soul ain't for showcase
Lactose intolerant, but I'm a cereal kinda guy
Nasco for terrorism, no justice for the blind
Freedom for the woke, I'm on Dj Cuppy's kinda time
Son of God, Son of John my inheritance is shine
It's heavy on my mind, circumstances behind my birth
Place in a country that greatly stifles the best, and slowly kills of the rest
My only feeling of regret is looking at my passport
And I'm thinking of self defense
The yahoo boys' dealings and the ritual killings
Fake miracles and healings such a mutual feeling huh

The hands on the clock is a quarter past infinity
God's word's forever the music is God's vicinity
All work for better as long I decree in this
Your ears will be blessed as you listen with gross indiscipline
Non-fiction, real life not written with ink type
No genre this is whatever the fuck I feel like
For what you are about to witness this is your VIP invite
For all the mistakes a man makes
I'm filling this with insight

feito

Você adicionou todas as palavras desconhecidas dessa música?