Midnite - 11 - That's On You (Owna Dirt) | Текст песни

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Hmm yeah See yo deh yeah Of clarity and severance pay yeah
This is what the Ible say yeah Someone will have to pay yeah Well,
what about the innocent blood? yeah Blood that dem shed every day yeah
Someone will have to pay Someone will have to pay

See dem falling, see dem falling I feel no way, they say I’m heartless I can’t feel sorrow for no wicked man For your own deeds created your sinking sand Can’t chuck him no rope to save his skin For the sail on his boat there will be no wind For his getaway car there will be no engine For his pendulum there is a backward swing

That’s on you That’s on you, your owna dirt catch up with you
That’s on you That’s on you, your owna dirt catch up with you hmm hmm yeah

Joyful joyful sentence the sons of the pit No botha come sentimental with it That’s dem votin’ fraternity Betrayal price upon discovery hail man ya can’t grant dem no leniency Not with dem nuclear creation habit aye aye hmm hmm yeah

See dem falling, see dem falling I feel no way, dey say I’m heartless I can’t feel sorrow for no wicked man For you own deeds created your sinking sand Can’t chuck him no rope to save his skin For the sail on his boat there will be no wind For his getaway car there will be no engine For his pendulum there is a backward swing

Sometimes to be sympathetic to the imbalance is to sink the boat Independence of a resourceless state is unrealistic by needs to present date, superpower is colonate Feeding off Africa in all their Ivine and Sun Center The de-population courtroom is their tool The de-population courtroom is their tool aye As them Whitewash walls on sepulcher See dem falling, see dem falling I feel no way, they say I’m heartless I can’t feel no sorrow for no wicked man For you own deeds created your sinking sand Can’t chuck him no rope to save his skin For the sail on his boat there will be no wind For his getaway car there will be no engine For his pendulum there is a backward swing

That’s on you That’s on you, your owna dirt catch up with you That’s on you That’ts on you, your owna dirt catch up with you

Joyful joyful sentence the sons of the pit No botha come try sentimental with it That is their votin’ fraternity Betrayal price pan discovery hail man ya can’t grant them no leniency Not with dem nuclear creation habit

See dem falling, falling I feel no way, dem say I’m heartless I can’t feel no sorrow for no wicked man Your own deeds created your sinking sand Can’t chuck him no rope to save his skin For the sail on his boat there will be no wind For his getaway car there will be no engine For his pendulum there is a backward swing

That’s on you, That’s on you, well your owna dirt catch up with you And that’s on you And that’s on you, your owna dirt catch up with you Well that’s on you Well that’s on you

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