Plenty Songtext
von Terrence Howard
Plenty Songtext
Plenty don′t like to hurry
But plenty's got lots of plans
Plenty′s got lots of worries
On his hands
Plenty don't like to call nobody
But plenty's got lots of friends
Plenty′s got lots of credit cards
That he spends
If it′s all you got
The more you need to want to be
Said you call the shots
And all your ways are gold
Seems the more you got
The more you lose your manatee
Where's your sanity
Is it gone
Plenty sure likes to count it y′all
But plenty don't like to lend
Plenty don′t like no violence, no
He pretends
Plenty ain't like romantic, no
But plenty′s got lots of friends
But plenty ain't gonna miss you gone
That's just evident
If it′s all you got
The more you need to want to be
Said you call the shots
And all your ways are gold
Seems the more you got
The more you lose your manatee
Tell them spanity
When it′s gone
Violence makes the graves get bigger
So you say
That which makes men cold and bitter
You'll understand someday
If it′s all you got
The more you need to want to be
Said you call the shots
And all your ways are gold
Seems the more you got
The more you lose your manatee
Where's your sanity
Guess it′s gone
But plenty's got lots of plans
Plenty′s got lots of worries
On his hands
Plenty don't like to call nobody
But plenty's got lots of friends
Plenty′s got lots of credit cards
That he spends
If it′s all you got
The more you need to want to be
Said you call the shots
And all your ways are gold
Seems the more you got
The more you lose your manatee
Where's your sanity
Is it gone
Plenty sure likes to count it y′all
But plenty don't like to lend
Plenty don′t like no violence, no
He pretends
Plenty ain't like romantic, no
But plenty′s got lots of friends
But plenty ain't gonna miss you gone
That's just evident
If it′s all you got
The more you need to want to be
Said you call the shots
And all your ways are gold
Seems the more you got
The more you lose your manatee
Tell them spanity
When it′s gone
Violence makes the graves get bigger
So you say
That which makes men cold and bitter
You'll understand someday
If it′s all you got
The more you need to want to be
Said you call the shots
And all your ways are gold
Seems the more you got
The more you lose your manatee
Where's your sanity
Guess it′s gone
Writer(s): Abraham Miles Mosley, Terrence Howard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

