paroles de chanson Kote - Waahli
Hey
yO!
I'm
here
to
move
some
cakes,
just
to
make
a
little
bread/
Got
a
mouth
to
feed
and
gotta
keep
a
roof
over
my
head
Sak
kouri
pa
janm
rive
Fortun'
malonèt
pa
janm
dire
Fortun'
malonèt
pa
janm
dire
A
day
in
my
shoes
its
like
a
palm
tree
/
Warm
breeze
coconut
juice,
to
slap
my
tongue
loose
And
trying
to
reboot
from
this
loop
who
brought
me
this
scoop/
Don't
trying
to
double
deuce
or
else
you'll
get
reduced
My
excursion,
its
to
strap
my
pumas
tie
my
laces/
Gotta
go
to
work,
daaam...
I'm
already
late
I'm
chasing
my
tail
them
bells
ringing
/
Still
haven't
punched
the
card
& lord
god
knows
That
these
facts
are
on
the
board
They've
got
us
well
lock
at
the
bottom
sipping
rum/
I
gotta
run,
the
bus
is
coming,
the
driver
can't
see
me
I
guess
today
I
didn't
wear
my
white
shoes
Majestically,
I'm
humming
the
blues
Give
a
quarter
to
this
guy
on
the
corner
Who's
blowing
the
horns
Please
don't
sneeze
too
much
or
you
might
loose
more
Also
don't
jump
too
high
or
you
might
hit
the
floor
Travellers
of
dark
sands
seeking
an
oasis
Oasis
the
basic,
like
the
index,
to
reach
one's
inner
bliss,
In
a
instance
the
day
i
said
no,
Yes
i
knew
i
existed
Inside
high
my
holy
discotheque
Hey
yO!
I'm
here
to
move
some
cakes,
just
to
make
a
little
bread/
Got
a
mouth
to
feed
and
gotta
keep
a
roof
over
my
head
Sak
kouri
pa
janm
rive/
Fortun'
malonèt
pa
janm
dire
Fortun'
malonèt
pa
janm
dire
Hey
yO!
one
plus
one
gives
birth
to
harmony
Tree
trinity
reside
within
me
and
spanning
to
my
extremities/
Five
alive
i
jive
with
no
lies
seven
to
four
twenty
third
I
was
descending
through
curves/
To
serve
this
holy
body
godly,
once
heard/
Not
like
the
nine
eleven,
that
brought
terror
in
the
south
of
heaven/
I
triple
the
five
my
soul,
that
equals
to
fifteen,
Is
the
year
that
I've
discovered
this
rap
I'm
not
trap
between
two
doors
and
trying
to
wave
a
four_
four,
I'm
a
candidate
who
cultivate
and
while
I
explore,
By
the
shore
the
soul
of
four
millions
slaves
of
maybe
more,
One_
Five_
0_
plus
years,
& still
no
forty
acres,
Some
want
things
like
four
wheels,
two
girls
cuz
that's
real,
To
watch
and
stand
still,
see
the
devil
got
skills
And
waahli
is
one
of
ninety-nine
and
I
carry
no
nine
This
21
st
century
use
love
to
multiply,
multiply,
multiply
...
Hey
yO!
I'm
here
to
move
some
cakes,
just
to
make
a
little
bread/
Got
a
mouth
to
feed
and
gotta
keep
a
roof
over
my
head
Sak
kouri
pa
janm
rive/
Fortun'
malonèt
pa
janm
dire
Fortun'
malonèt
pa
janm
dire
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