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Mi brudda get tied up in di streets, said him cya leave out
And if yuh cya bring the Glock 'round, so then them nah leave out (yeah)
More time a lone soldier, nah trust no one
If he ever see the pagan dem, him turn evil (yeah)
Him say, "Mi depressed, so Henny my medicine"
It's just me and my Remington
Pigs dem wan' stick around like gelatin
Oh, woah-oh, oh-woah
Batty man, dem nah take weh your skeleton
Then skrrt pon di main like Hamilton
Road money mek him fly like pelican
Ooh, Lord, oh, Lord

Him tell me most high know
My family and mi friend dem
Most high know
Yuh bring trouble, him gon' end 'em

Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don't believe, he just don't believe
Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don't believe, he just don't believe

Da-da, da-da
Gunshot tun dem inna goner
Killa dem ah travel pon a charter
Fi go start war, ha-ha
A gunshot, we no love chat, have di clutch back
God say me no fi buss back, mi seh, "F*ck that"
AK with di pan drum inna di truck back
Ever have di K like school yout, with a lunch bag

Him tell me most high know
My family and mi friend dem
Most high know
Yuh bring trouble, him gon' end 'em

Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don't believe, he just don't believe (he just don't, he just don't)
Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don't believe (he just don't), he just don't believe (he just don't)

He just don't, oh
Bang-bang, mm
Mi seh gang-gang
Pussy boy, oh-oh-oh
Mi seh bang-bang
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Mi brudda get tied up in di streets, said him cya leave out
And if yuh cya bring the Glock 'round, so then them nah leave out (yeah)
More time a lone soldier, nah trust no one
If he ever see the pagan dem, him turn evil (yeah)
Him say, "Mi depressed, so Henny my medicine"
It's just me and my Remington
Pigs dem wan' stick around like gelatin
Oh, woah-oh, oh-woah
Batty man, dem nah take weh your skeleton
Then skrrt pon di main like Hamilton
Road money mek him fly like pelican
Ooh, Lord, oh, Lord

Him tell me most high know
My family and mi friend dem
Most high know
Yuh bring trouble, him gon' end 'em

Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don't believe, he just don't believe
Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don't believe, he just don't believe

Da-da, da-da
Gunshot tun dem inna goner
Killa dem ah travel pon a charter
Fi go start war, ha-ha
A gunshot, we no love chat, have di clutch back
God say me no fi buss back, mi seh, "F*ck that"
AK with di pan drum inna di truck back
Ever have di K like school yout, with a lunch bag

Him tell me most high know
My family and mi friend dem
Most high know
Yuh bring trouble, him gon' end 'em

Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don't believe, he just don't believe (he just don't, he just don't)
Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don't believe (he just don't), he just don't believe (he just don't)

He just don't, oh
Bang-bang, mm
Mi seh gang-gang
Pussy boy, oh-oh-oh
Mi seh bang-bang
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Writer: Byron Messia, Christopher Maurice Brown, Haile Alexander, Malcolm Olagundoye, Omari Akinlolu, Ryan Press
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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