Lyrics

Am I ya murder Lambs for the slaughter Tell me where's the love for one another if it ain't about love Real love Don't even bother I'd rather be your keeper from a brother Just put that knife and chose a better dose What don't kill you makes you stronger, that you better know Just know in life you gon' rip out your sould So you better teach the youth (?) Oh oh Don't shoot Hands up Oh oh Don't shoot Hands up Oh oh Don't shoot Hands up Oh oh Don't Don't shoot Hands up NO Let's all work harder For every son and daughter You'll be a goner in this New World Order if it ain't about love Real love Why even bother I'd rather be a keeper to my brother Just put that knife and chose a better dose What don't kill you makes you stronger, that you better know Just know in life you gon' rip out your sould So you better teach the youth (?) Oh oh Don't shoot Hands up Oh oh Don't shoot Hands up Oh oh Don't shoot Hands up Oh oh Don't Don't shoot Hands up NO Up Up, up Don't shoot Hands up (up, up) Don't shoot Hands (up, up) Don't shoot Hands (up, up) Hands Up Up, up Don't shoot Hands (up, up) Don't shoot Hands (up, up) Don't shoot Hands (up, up) Don't
Writer(s): Wouter Janssen, Sjoerd Janssen, Andre O'neil Fennell, Thijs Westbroek Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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