CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : The Number of Man

(Verse 1)
Little baby love them blood diamonds
Like I love my bread
Party with the Mardi gras
Like watagwan my jit
Face it I'm on tunnel vision mhm
I'm going to FaceTime
When i make time
Incase I'm lying all 10 toes up
Grave site it'll be still shine
I'm on the road
With low stokes on the Holy roller
My photo show her
Hold her down
Like poor folk in the bottom but we still grinding
Enlighten my third eye it won't stay closed
I'm fading but won't roll over
Cause patience gon for sure
Make them rainy days just blow over

(Chorus)
As we dance around Israel in Pale light
Tell the Lord I'm Hell bound
Holy Grail on $ell
Laughing cause we are far from Heaven