To all the virtuous woman of Africa! A tune called late night ghetto, hmm aye A chun called late night ghetto A chun called late night ghetto A chun called late night ghetto A chun called late night ghetto If you tell your woman bout some moving stars in the sky Bout some light from out far shining in her eye yeah, yeah Every crevasse of the heart Jah love As you share and finalize Let lone ranger keep on wearing his disguise Let the man that she sees, be the man that she hears Bring her the fruit from the sun Take away her double vision Until she say Red lips again not wheeling Oh Jah, she is so appealing So sweet to hold that feeling Give her the treatment of the late night ghetto Give her the treatment of the late night ghetto A chun called late night ghetto A chun called late night ghetto A chun called late night ghetto A chun called late night ghetto Dont you send no dozen roses Line no tub with no candlelight To return to the vicious kick boxing still overnight Dont you see her burden is heavy Rude youth and you, traveling light You feel like show off, well right now thats the time Let the man that she sees, be the man that she hears Bring her the fruits from the sun Take away her double vision Until she say Red lips again not wheeling So sweet to hold that feeling Oh Jah, she is so appealing yeah Hmm, a chun called late night ghetto A chun called late night ghetto A chun called late night ghetto A chun called late night ghetto So when you come Come bring in fiscal matters yeah Come bring in reasoning power Come bring in changes for the better yeah Man child, man child Man child, man child Man child, man remember who you used to be, yeah Hmm hmm aye A chun called late night ghetto A chun called late night ghetto Well man child, man child Man child, man love breaks you heart You have to cry Like flowers bloom and flowers die Life is hard But these are the facts of life These are the facts of life These are the facts of life A chun called late night ghetto Love breaks you heart You have to cry Even flowers grow old Even flowers die Life is hard But deal with the facts of life Deal with the facts of life Deal with the facts of life A chun called late night ghetto A chun called late night ghetto, yeah Using up the likkle whey you have why you know Late night ghetto Blessed love ❤️
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 16:08:06 +0000