Текст песни 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.