Wolfa - 4 Women (Banjo Version) Lyrics

I'm hearing stupid laughter
I don't know what they're after
There's something somewhere sopping
While the poor of us are mopping
The mess we made in our head
I need to get in my bed
Don't run, from the problems in your head
Blame them, on the voices underneath your bed
Well the dark clouds rise it's no surprise if you're dead
Bring me my bride it doesn't matter what she said
Yea they're my best friends
Four women hanging on my wall
The red herring says the fires for all
I got a dead bitch pretty comin' speakin' at me
You can ride my tales, I'm all that can be oh no?
Don't you waste my time
Oh I could give a rip
I never thought you were mine
Oh know don't you waste my time
Oh I could give a rip
I never thought you were mine
Oh carry carry carry carry carry away
I'm gonna bury bury bury bury bury your name
I'm in a Crenshaw crack den without all the fame
And I'm pointing fingers, I don't know who to blame
Slow your pace, I've got a needle it's right here
Show your face, I've got a vision it's come clear
Make your case, they say the best ones have no fear
And if it's a race, take bruises with you I'm top tier
Yea I don't take none
Four women hanging on my wall
The red herring says the fires for all
I got a dead bitch pretty comin' speakin' at me
You can ride my tales, I'm all that can be oh no?
Don't you waste my time
Oh I could give a rip
I never thought you were mine
Oh know don't you waste my time
Oh I could give a rip
I never thought you were mine