I can't endure it, was it something I said?
You want me to hate it then hate it, and so the thing set
I accept, and me no have a ounce of regret
No amount woulda ever make me count all the steps
And start doubting every moment I had
I suppose it was something I said
Tell me what did I do?
The more you say bout me, the more it say bout you
Yeah the harvest plenty, and labourers few
But Tony you're one