Текст песни Jungle - Sean Kingston

Since I was a jit, mama said I would go far, boy
Her baby dripping Tom Ford, me you days, me Timmy Hollow
That's a hard pill fi swallow
Me live my life on full throttle
Woah, woah, woah, oh-oh
Dem try fi do me dirty, leave me nameless
Big bad gyal, dem walk around paper chasin'
DOA, if a twenty feel like charge pay me
Can't beat 'em so they play me

You know me, I go make you back
You know where we shoppin' at
Boy, we see through the cap
Loose screws got no rock
Dem don't talk, that's no rap

Me bredda leave me 'pon di WhatsApp
Me know fi lie, send the wire or the CashApp
Bad likkle ting, good vibes like a rasta
Send your cash up

Cah me far from the trenches
Blind sighted to the vision
Me pray every day, me see another day, Lord
First of the month, me late for the landlord
So much violence in my city (So much violence, oh)
So much drillin' in my city (So much drillin', oh)
Murder, murder
Ain't no feelings in my city, Lord
April 6th, post marks day
Murder, murder

Hustle hard, bun a spliff, count your money up
Move low, watch out, now my demons catchin' up
Me a go shot like no pro, stack your millis up
Dem said time is money, ain't no way time leavin' us
Hustle hard, bun a spliff, count your money up
Move low, watch out, now my demons catchin' up
Me a go shot like no pro, stack your millis up
Dem said time is money, ain't no way time leavin' us

Cah me far from the trenches
Blind sighted to the vision
Me pray every day, me see another day, Lord
First of the month, me late for the landlord
So much violence in my city (So much violence, oh)
So much drillin' in my city (So much drillin', oh)
Murder, murder
Ain't no feelings in my city, Lord
April 6th, post marks day
Murder, murder

You done know the ting by now
Kingston, Fortune
What the
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