Run For It Songtext
von Goofy
Run For It Songtext
Better run
Better run
Better run
Better run
Better run
You better run
You better, you better, you better
Run for it, run for it, run
If you want to live to see the morning sun
Run for it, run for it, run
You no want no shot fi beat inna your head like no drum
Run for it, run for it, run
A no blank dem youth yah buss out of dem gun
Run for it, run for it, run
All heroes are dead, don′t try to be one son
Me hear dem a plan you fi lick out your marrow
And push all your dead body inna wheelbarrow
Fi avoid all distress and all the sorrow
You better run, you better run
If you waan live you fi see all tomorrow
No ramp with dem man deh 'cause dem more than paro
Gunshot fi bore through your head like arrow
You better run, you better run
Dem know how much murder dem man deh charge for
How much people dem man deh chop up and slaughter
And nuff boy blood dem man deh mix like malta
So why the fuck you choose to go diss the man daughter?
Badman no respond, you coulda son of the pastor
He inna your life, him a go create disaster
Is a curse him a give you and no gun fi you plaster
You better run, you better run
You want to be a gangster? (Aha)
Then you wanna be a player? (Aha)
Now you diss the wrong crew (Aha)
Now whatcha gonna do? (Aha)
Better run
Better run
Better run
Better run
You better run
You better, you better, you better
Run for it, run for it, run
If you want to live to see the morning sun
Run for it, run for it, run
You no want no shot fi beat inna your head like no drum
Run for it, run for it, run
A no blank dem youth yah buss out of dem gun
Run for it, run for it, run
All heroes are dead, don′t try to be one son
Me hear dem a plan you fi lick out your marrow
And push all your dead body inna wheelbarrow
Fi avoid all distress and all the sorrow
You better run, you better run
If you waan live you fi see all tomorrow
No ramp with dem man deh 'cause dem more than paro
Gunshot fi bore through your head like arrow
You better run, you better run
Dem know how much murder dem man deh charge for
How much people dem man deh chop up and slaughter
And nuff boy blood dem man deh mix like malta
So why the fuck you choose to go diss the man daughter?
Badman no respond, you coulda son of the pastor
He inna your life, him a go create disaster
Is a curse him a give you and no gun fi you plaster
You better run, you better run
You want to be a gangster? (Aha)
Then you wanna be a player? (Aha)
Now you diss the wrong crew (Aha)
Now whatcha gonna do? (Aha)
Writer(s): Nowell Fulber, Wilhelm Leeb, Leigh Bingham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

