Cécile - Fool
After me a tell him fi attack it from back (fool)
Want it fi a bore, the fool a gimmie one drop (fool)
End up all a dead and couldn't come alive back (fool)
See me face a mek up sake a pain and him stop (fool)
All a tell me sorry and a me deh 'pon top (fool)
Anxiety kill him thrity second and pap (fool)
Tell him say me ready, him a tell me 'bout nap
Some bwoy no have no use
And gwaan like dem a don, dem a fool
Nah drink up no roots nor blend, no juice
A pure blank dem a shoot
Bwoy no have no use and gwaan like dem a don
Nah drink up no roots nor blend, no juice
When me want it a it me want not pity
Any position me inna fi tek it you better gimmie
Been there, done that, so no bother sorry fi me
If you dweet and flap out a road, me a bring it
No bother play 'round and ramp like pickney
Done have the axe, yo, a swing you fi swing it
Hear me a wheeze and a vix you a gimmie
Idiot bwoy go buy stone fi your binghy
Some bwoy no have no use
And gwaan like dem a don, dem a fool
Nah drink up no roots nor blend, no juice
A pure blank dem a shoot
Bwoy no have no use and gwaan like dem a don
Nah drink up no roots nor blend, no juice
Hey
Bwoy a slow down, becah me tell I'm tek time
Stop dweet hard and start bubble and whine
Me did deh 'pon the ceiling, now the wall me caan climb
Caan wuk with dem deh bwoy and dem mama's bwoy mind
But we big up the man dem who know how fi mash it up
When you hold on 'pon a woman, you fi know fi jack it up
Do the damage, to the passage, use the lumber, black it up
And the more we mek noise, yo, the more you ram it up
Some bwoy no have no use
And gwaan like dem a don, dem a fool
Nah drink up no roots nor blend, no juice
A pure blank dem a shoot
Bwoy no have no use and gwaan like dem a don
Nah drink up no roots nor blend, no juice
This bwoy see me head a lick up, me say stop and him stop (fool)
After me a tell him fi attack it from back (fool)
Want it fi a bore, and him a gimmie one drop (fool)
End up all a dead and couldn't come alive back (fool)
See me face a mek up sake a pain and him stop (fool)
All a tell me sorry and a me deh 'pon top (fool)
Anxiety kill him thrity second and pap (fool)
Tell him say me ready, him a tell me 'bout nap
Some bwoy no have no use
And gwaan like dem a don, dem a fool
Nah drink up no roots nor blend, no juice
A pure blank dem a shoot
Bwoy no have no use and gwaan like dem a don
Nah drink up no roots nor blend, no juice
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