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JD the M.C. - Don't Worry About It Lyrics



JD the M.C. - Don't Worry About It Lyrics
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Yuh
Yuh
Ayye yo, this is niiice man
This is the type of beat
You want to wake up to in the morning
You know like
When that special someone brings a cup of coffee to you in the morning
And just like
Wake you up nice, you know
Yuh
This the type of shit that you can't make up
Alarm clock ringing, I don't really want to wake up
Rather dream about a world where I get paid to make love
But damn, it's time to earn another pay stub
I do my shoes like they do our food, laced up
Authority wanna feel me up, you know take same
Prolly think I'll give it up easy, just like a lay up
So, do me wrong like I won't say none
Right
I'm not bout it
Stackin' up the money to the sky is truly clouted
They dumbfounded, couldn't believe that
I bless up my homies for nothin' like where the sneeze at
Oh you been to the moon? Like where the cheese at
Didn't find what you was lookin' for
Where the lean at
Love is the only answer homie
I really mean that
Live life, it don't take much
Alarm only here to get us shaked up
Well go an pull the wool on 'em
With the bullshit, man smooth talkin
Slick with it huh? Really moon walkin
Made a killin' off of killin' like
Whose pockets? like
Whose problem? like
Who's poppin? Tryna box me up and
That's a new coffin
Liberate that boy
Take the noose of em
Made a killin' off of killin' like
Whose pockets? like
Whose problem? like
Life's a bitch, I bet that yours ain't bad as mine
See wishes and prayers but know it's not always Valentine
2024 why's it still free Palestine
From genocide, like the massacres in Africa
Appreciate you tuning in, not everything's spectacular
Wanna cry to my old lady, but I'm still mad at her
It's a cook out 'til beef get pulled out, spatula
Flipped up on yo head, put a scalpel to your scalpel, bruh
The people here, we rampin' up and made as f*ck
Not standing up for all this killin', so we sittin' in
Change don't stop, staying on top, get rigorous
Stayin' vigilant like vigilantes stay on Ritalin
I'm really ill
I'm ignorant
I'm really him, just in different skin
Screamin' that we never givin' in
To this shit we witnissin'
I just can't get with this, yeah
So sign me off as illiterate
Well go an pull the wool on 'em
With the bullshit, man smooth talkin
Slick with it huh? Really moon walkin
Made a killin' off of killin' like
Whose pockets? like
Whose problem? like
Who's poppin? Tryna box me up and
That's a new coffin
Liberate that boy
Take the noose of em
Made a killin' off of killin' like
Whose pockets? like
Whose problem? like
Look
Look up
Look
Look up
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Yuh
Yuh
Ayye yo, this is niiice man
This is the type of beat
You want to wake up to in the morning
You know like
When that special someone brings a cup of coffee to you in the morning
And just like
Wake you up nice, you know
Yuh
This the type of shit that you can't make up
Alarm clock ringing, I don't really want to wake up
Rather dream about a world where I get paid to make love
But damn, it's time to earn another pay stub
I do my shoes like they do our food, laced up
Authority wanna feel me up, you know take same
Prolly think I'll give it up easy, just like a lay up
So, do me wrong like I won't say none
Right
I'm not bout it
Stackin' up the money to the sky is truly clouted
They dumbfounded, couldn't believe that
I bless up my homies for nothin' like where the sneeze at
Oh you been to the moon? Like where the cheese at
Didn't find what you was lookin' for
Where the lean at
Love is the only answer homie
I really mean that
Live life, it don't take much
Alarm only here to get us shaked up
Well go an pull the wool on 'em
With the bullshit, man smooth talkin
Slick with it huh? Really moon walkin
Made a killin' off of killin' like
Whose pockets? like
Whose problem? like
Who's poppin? Tryna box me up and
That's a new coffin
Liberate that boy
Take the noose of em
Made a killin' off of killin' like
Whose pockets? like
Whose problem? like
Life's a bitch, I bet that yours ain't bad as mine
See wishes and prayers but know it's not always Valentine
2024 why's it still free Palestine
From genocide, like the massacres in Africa
Appreciate you tuning in, not everything's spectacular
Wanna cry to my old lady, but I'm still mad at her
It's a cook out 'til beef get pulled out, spatula
Flipped up on yo head, put a scalpel to your scalpel, bruh
The people here, we rampin' up and made as f*ck
Not standing up for all this killin', so we sittin' in
Change don't stop, staying on top, get rigorous
Stayin' vigilant like vigilantes stay on Ritalin
I'm really ill
I'm ignorant
I'm really him, just in different skin
Screamin' that we never givin' in
To this shit we witnissin'
I just can't get with this, yeah
So sign me off as illiterate
Well go an pull the wool on 'em
With the bullshit, man smooth talkin
Slick with it huh? Really moon walkin
Made a killin' off of killin' like
Whose pockets? like
Whose problem? like
Who's poppin? Tryna box me up and
That's a new coffin
Liberate that boy
Take the noose of em
Made a killin' off of killin' like
Whose pockets? like
Whose problem? like
Look
Look up
Look
Look up
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Performed By: JD the M.C.
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: JuanDavid Garza

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