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Album: Thirty
Chorus:
You say, UH, You say NAY, you say NAH, you say WHYYY!!!,
UH, And you say NAY, you say WHO, you Say NAAAAH,
We just can not Roll, we can't do it, Naaaah,
We just can not OH, we can't do it, Naaaah
Verse:
Aye yo I Started out in unbelief you won't be believe my angle, fellas sell they birthright, and hopeful that enables, but the mass appeal to undermine what keeps us in the process, the ratchedness and fast addiction got us in it's pocket/ I sit, I sit I dose, but I made it to the table tho, I flex, I strut my tone, While shackled in my ankles cold, I say what I feel like, I am bold, I test the limits like He not home, tell'em off like He got told, heart is hard it's like He got stoned/ I'm like God I'm limited, and you not feeling it, if He ain't hearing that He ain't living then, I look at me like where my privilege, where my dividends, where my penitence, you brought me out, it's like you wanted me to die, it's a wilderness, don't even wanna be alive, who was guilty, who was sinning, who was in it, wasn't it ...i...i...i..i
Chorus:
You say, UH, You say NAY, you say NAH, you say WHYYY!!!,
UH, And you say NAY, you say WHO, you Say NAAAAH,
We just can not Roll, we can't do it, Naaaah,
We just can not OH, we can't do it, Naaaah
Verse 2:
I'm breakin bread on a sacred share, with a place of prominence can't compare, how many of us tap in the paths, so we tasted and seen, but we'd rather the flake instead, waisted prayer, with the wear and tear, I was doing my work for like forty years, it was more like thirty, straying heart, fallen from the living God/ While they feast on they Lemonade putting meats in the Marinade, and they feets wit a pair of J's, and they breaching the barricade, and we breaching the barricade ..OH LAWD/ ...I'm my own competition, no time to loath in our opposition, it's all type of folks with our proposition, and we all gotta hold our position/ I can be confronted with the villain for the way, and contending with a God who bought a sinner from a slave, I prefer the opposite of whatever we owe, in an effort to be counted with the ones that's in the fold, One that's in the fold, or the one that's in the cold, give me a heart of flesh, and your best for the many, when the promise comes, then it's rest for the rest, and it's Rest for the souls of the weary
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