Lyrics

I can see dealers Material men I can see dreamers They chew 'pon dem pens But you're rough, so rough Waiting for your judgement But you're rough, so rough Saying prayers 'pon dem gunmen Lover, won't you wake up? I need you now Lover, won't you wake up? We gotta get out Lover, won't you wake up? Lover, lover, lover, lover Lover, won't you wake up? I need you now Lover, won't you wake up? We gotta get out I said, lover, won't you wake up? I need you now Lover, won't you wake up? We gotta get out Lover, won't you wake up? I need you now Lover I can see dealers Material men I can see dreamers They chew 'pon dem pens But you're rough, so rough Waiting for a judgment But you're rough, so rough Saying prayers 'pon dem gunmen Call your protectors So jealous, so proud There's a column of the darkest men On the road to your house (I'm your protector) This is my town (so jealous, so proud) This is my home (there's a column of the darkest men) This is my throne (on the road to your house) This is my home (I'm your protector) This is my town (so jealous, so proud) This is my home (there's a column of the darkest men) This is my throne (on the road to your house) My town
Writer(s): Rollo Armstrong, Ayalah Deborah Bentovim, Gaika Tavares Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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