My teeth grinding like
Miss Fairweather's away today,
Send her my kindest love, please.
The dark we pound with our feet
Like a youthful passion inside us
So angry at expressing ourselves.
But just use your mouth to tell me please,
Sometimes I can't understand the rhythm of your
other senses.
Mi cant open up yuh head an put brains in
The back of your head is always messy
Yuh got to give yuhself a chance
Just let me do some walking
Let me walk good
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