and clapping, nuh let no truth conceal, all talk singing
it's a deep sky
In Kosogema, whole desert and tell him seh fi wear dat cot in a minute
now you have to shift up like a gearbox, then gimme a glock
tell him seh fi lock it, don't fret fi knock it
country, ah yes, near that bit, without no warning
early inna the morning, country and the eagle pitch down like a garland
and when it pass a black flag and trap all in
anyway you seen tell him and call him