I love to spend the bad times with you than the good times with someone else
By your side ain't a storm that's safe by myself
We need love like a A-1 since day one
The one who took a hit for you just to keep you away from
No amount of money is enough to try and pay em
Right on wit a black fist
Everything negative's not attached to my blackness
Like some pipe packed tight but I cant smoke this
Tellin' me a man behind a podium what hope is
Wanting to work and twice as hard to staying focused
Well it's the hatred of hangups tis be the season
Privilege ain't a credit card we're all a voice of reason
Modern Babylon while them others steady breathin
Worst fade in the barber chair we receivin
He was a family guy but got treated like a Cleveland
To Africa I'm leavin Nah I never left
Drew Ali said I been here
If love's the solution then let's kick it into third gear
Dame Drummer - Agape (feat. Black Spade) Lyrics
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I love to spend the bad times with you than the good times with someone else
By your side ain't a storm that's safe by myself
We need love like a A-1 since day one
The one who took a hit for you just to keep you away from
No amount of money is enough to try and pay em
Right on wit a black fist
Everything negative's not attached to my blackness
Like some pipe packed tight but I cant smoke this
Tellin' me a man behind a podium what hope is
Wanting to work and twice as hard to staying focused
Well it's the hatred of hangups tis be the season
Privilege ain't a credit card we're all a voice of reason
Modern Babylon while them others steady breathin
Worst fade in the barber chair we receivin
He was a family guy but got treated like a Cleveland
To Africa I'm leavin Nah I never left
Drew Ali said I been here
If love's the solution then let's kick it into third gear
By your side ain't a storm that's safe by myself
We need love like a A-1 since day one
The one who took a hit for you just to keep you away from
No amount of money is enough to try and pay em
Right on wit a black fist
Everything negative's not attached to my blackness
Like some pipe packed tight but I cant smoke this
Tellin' me a man behind a podium what hope is
Wanting to work and twice as hard to staying focused
Well it's the hatred of hangups tis be the season
Privilege ain't a credit card we're all a voice of reason
Modern Babylon while them others steady breathin
Worst fade in the barber chair we receivin
He was a family guy but got treated like a Cleveland
To Africa I'm leavin Nah I never left
Drew Ali said I been here
If love's the solution then let's kick it into third gear
Writer: Damon Taylor, Veto Money
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid