Irie Maffia - Easy As One Two Three | Текст песни

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If you got love my sister - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic,
If you got joy my brother - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic,
If you got worries darling - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic,
If you got pain my brethren - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic.

You get so many stories maybe tears and worries,
When the sky gets stormy, still I light up your flame yeah..
You get so many stories so dont be sorry for your tears or your glories,
'Cause life is like a game yeah..

Come along and be free, I really want to make you see, It's easy as one two three.
Come along and be free, I really want to make you see, It's easy as one two three.

When music ah play everybody come close,
I love how dem face getting red like a rose,
Make we gone mad I'm sweat inna we clothes,
We tear down the roof and burn-out the house,
Ne what you want to be forget all the rules,
Gwaan get a drink and your dancing shoes,
Tell the whole world this is all that you choose,
Flirt thru the night you got nothing to loose.

You get so many stories so dont be sorry for your tears or your glories,
'Cause life is like a game yeah..
Come along and be free, I really want to make you see, It's easy as one two three.
Come along and be free, I really want to make you see, It's easy as one two three.

One two three four five six - No, you cannot resist,
When your feet get the beat so come and get some, ahh..
Give your life a twist but ease your mind i insist,
Coz all needs to get done just got done.

And Though I aint a preacher,
I've been told I'm like a teacher,
When my songs are like to reach you
Take you up to the skies,
Very pleased us to meet you,
Come on in and join the picture, now let's fly..

Come along and be free, I really want to make you see, It's easy as one two three.
Come along and be free, I really want to make you see, It's easy as one two three.

If you got love my sister - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic,
If you got joy my brother - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic,
If you got worries darling - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic,
If you got pain my brethren - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic.

Come along and be free, I really want to make you see, It's easy as one two three.
Come along and be free, I really want to make you see, It's easy as one two three.

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