Lirieke: Jamie T. Kings & Queens. Castro Dies.

Ya messing up my mind
You do it all the time
And that's why enemies enemies and lovers
Will never be friends of mine
Speak treat west
Like a stain on the chest
Of a while collar,
Why do I bother
Money love hates honour
Grates if I look, down I'm a goner
I'll end up working for the bbc as a runner,
Burning bills sloughed my fish wonder died of hunger
Friends stopped calling this time last summer.
I sit down sorrows and I start to sigh,
I gotta get there before Castro dies
Plight my guilt with highs
She smuggled with trouble in bubble wrap,
Up the gap strapped between her thighs
So surprised when you meet her
She seemed so shy
Considering she got balls that are twice the size,
Of you plus me plus the give me let me try,
Better buy them all cause they're in short supply,
So here's a conversation we can have when we fly
Got to get there before Castro dies
Ya messin' up my mind
You do it all the time
I just can't take the lies,
Boy ya just going down on a low,
I just can't take the lies,
Ya messin' up my mind
And that's why enemies enemies and loves will be friends of mine
I have a lesson learned
Enemy burned
I'm saving up my bandages
A non believer turned can be the loyalist of advocates
On aggregate I'm smashing it
I'm lacking backing but trashing it
I'm slacking and jacking the chips ya stacking
And spending them all on sandwiches
You ask me how it's done
I just know how to handle it
See me through cynic critic scum who think your branded packages
And if you wanna come, you know what I'll be brandishing,
A speaker full of lyrics beats and loops that I've been sampling
Ya messing up my mind
You do it all the time
And that's why enemies enemies and lovers
Will never be friends of mine