Songtexte
True
say,
true
say,
true
say
True
say
that
the
team
love
winning
True
say
that
the
team
don't
sing
in
a
station
or
booth
You
know
the
truth
You
know
we're
far
from
fibbing
You
know
it's
ours,
who's
is
it?
Switch
on
the
play,
making
it
different
True
say
when
I
talk
about
bangs
It's
more
than
endless
charts
and
riddims
True
say
that
the
team
love
winning
True
say
that
the
team
don't
sing
in
a
station
or
booth
You
know
the
truth
You
know
we're
far
from
fibbing
You
know
it's
ours,
who's
is
it?
Switch
on
the
play,
making
it
different
True
say
when
I
talk
about
bangs
It's
more
than
endless
charts
and
riddims
I
turned
out
bad,
I
could've
been
worse
I
praise
to
the
lord
for
saving
me
School
days,
I
was
up
in
the
church
Star,
star,
letting
it
burst
This
one
won't
stick
to
teeth
Rap
don't
jam,
it's
turning
you
hearse
I
love
when
they
do
retreat
Done
that
twice,
I
see
them
rehearse
Start
it
up,
rev
up
the
black
one
Sav
just
copped
him
a
next
one
B
said
mercs
for
life,
heard
that
right
On
pavements,
even
the
raised
ones
That
mean
anywhere,
anytime,
get
done
Confessions
we
make,
hear
none
It's
all
hearsay,
she
say,
I
say
Oh
my
lay,
just
lay
hun
True
say
that
the
team
love
winning
True
say
that
the
team
don't
sing
in
a
station
or
booth
You
know
the
truth
You
know
we're
far
from
fibbing
You
know
it's
ours,
who's
is
it?
Switch
on
the
play,
making
it
different
True
say
when
I
talk
about
bangs
It's
more
than
endless
charts
and
riddims
True
say
that
the
team
love
winning
True
say
that
the
team
don't
sing
in
a
station
or
booth
You
know
the
truth
You
know
we're
far
from
fibbing
You
know
it's
ours,
who's
is
it?
Switch
on
the
play,
making
it
different
True
say
when
I
talk
about
bangs
It's
more
than
endless
charts
and
riddims
Elbows
angled,
pressing
the
window
JP
got
left
like
a
widow
D
still
knocking
for
info
Me,
I'm
knocking
to
fix
this
pistol
Brown
in
the
pot
like
bristol
Feeling
the
boot
of
the
hatch
like
tinsel
Have
you
blasted
an
Irish
fiddle?
Tissue
ripping,
not
even
a
tickle
Stand
on
pitch
was
never
the
plan
At
least
I
ain't
taking
the
beach
I
feel
no
pressure
or
heat
Taking
my
talents
to
southern
the
beach
Swing
it
to
L,
he
just
like
me
He
loves
shells
and
the
38
squeeze
He
took
trips
with
Posey,
a
thief
Crops
up
different
leaves
True
say
that
the
team
love
winning
True
say
that
the
team
don't
sing
in
a
station
or
booth
You
know
the
truth
You
know
we're
far
from
fibbing
You
know
it's
ours,
who's
is
it?
Switch
on
the
play,
making
it
different
True
say
when
I
talk
about
bangs
It's
more
than
endless
charts
and
riddims
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