Lyrics Guns & Butter - J Hus
I
tell
my
baby
I
can't
love
you,
I'm
still
tryna
find
out
what
love
is.
Looking
in
the
mirror,
Tryna
find
out
who
J
Hus
is.
Now
I'm
in
the
next
mans
drum,
they
put
me
through
pain,
that
was
practise.
I
wear
my
heart
on
my
sleeve,
Pull
up
my
mask,
And
I
breath,
Then
I
leave
his
brain
on
the
mattress.
Oh
why,
Oh
why,
Oh
why,
Why
Must
we
live
like
this?
I
know
deep
down,
Mummy
didn't
wanna
see
her
kids
like
this.
In
the
doonya
Is
guns
and
butter,
They
invested
in
guns,
And
then
they
robbed
all
the
butter.
My
full
fathers
brothers
were
picking
corn,
And
I
ain't
nuttin
like
them.
But
I'm
sitting
in
my
drum,
And
I'm
picking
corn,
Two
hundred
bells
and
a
duffel
bag.
Feds
wanna
put
me
in
a
cage,
I
can't
even
access
my
fam.
But
why
you
wanna
call
me
a
criminal?
You
invaded
my
ancestors
land.
Growing
up
in
the
village,
Been
through
pasa
with
a
couple
bruddas,
Shots
flying
back
and
forth,
To
me
to
you,
Like
the
chuckle
brothers.
It
used
to
be
us
versus
them,
And
now
it's
me
versus
you.
You
used
to
be
more
than
a
friend,
They
don't
want
to
be
in
our
shoes.
I
tell
my
baby
I
can't
love
you,
I'm
still
tryna
find
out
what
love
is.
Looking
in
the
mirror,
Tryna
find
out
who
J
hus
is.
Now
I'm
in
the
next
mans
drum,
They
put
me
through
pain,
That
was
practise.
I
wear
my
heart
on
my
sleeve,
Pull
up
my
mask,
And
breath.
Then
I
leave
his
brain
on
the
mattress.
Oh
why,
Oh
why,
Oh
why,
Why
Must
we
live
like
this,
I
know
deep
down,
Mummy
didn't
wanna
see
her
kids
like
this.
In
the
doonya,
Is
guns
and
butter.
They
invested
in
guns,
Then
they
robbed
all
the
butter.
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