hear bout Mi feel woulda pull mi hair out These are the days When yuh haffi sing seh these are the days Yo mi caan believe these are the days While
dem hear bout Mi feel woulda pull mi hair out These are the days When yuh haffi sing seh these are the days Yo mi caan believe these are the days While
My phone rang, I converse with the busy signal Why can't they let me die in pieces? I don't want any more food or condolences, let my people go Burn off
is crisp but there's no signal out tonight. I sat for years in this spot; I swear I heard you speak. I'm still convinced our signals will cross, but my breaths are
My phone rang, I converse with the busy signal Why can't they let me die in pieces? I don't want any more food or condolences, let my people go Burn
