Fire, is coming So let's be, be together, so let's be, be together Can't get higher than this loving You and me, me together, you and me, me together Whatever bridge starts to burn, with this love we can build a better word Oh we gonna work it out Work it out, we gonna work it out, gonna work it out, gonna work, work it out Work it out, we gonna work it out, gonna work it out, gonna work, work it out They're gonna test, our community So let's be, free together, so let's be, free together It's gonna take more than you and me To be free here forever, to be free here forever Oh we gonna work it out Work it out, we gonna work it out, we gonna work it out, we gonna work, work it out Work it out, we gonna work it out, we gonna work it out, we gonna work, work it out We don't fall, we don't fall, we don't fall We gonna work it out We gonna rise, stand up tall 'Cos we are strong, we don't fall We gonna rise, stand up tall 'Cos we are strong, we don't fall We gonna rise up, stand up tall 'Cos we are strong, we don't fall We gonna rise up, stand up tall 'Cos we are strong, we don't fall Oh we gonna work it out Work it out, we gonna work it out, gonna work it out, gonna work, work it out Work it out, we gonna work it out, gonna work it out, gonna work, work it out Work it out, we gonna work it out, gonna work it out, gonna work, work it out Work it out, we gonna work it out, gonna work it out, gonna work, work it out We don't fall, we don't fall, we don't fall

Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like...
And I’m sure that you’re sick of my shit..Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain....
I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...

Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...

Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone...
No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same fuckin’ song,(Same fuckin’ song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone...
I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...

Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
Full

disclosure

at

beginning

Trying to

make

you

bring

that

foxhole

closer
So I

could

duck

[or

dive]

in

it

and

bust

from

it

Like

good

soldiers

wasn't

long

before

I

reenlisted several reasons not needing to be specific

The combat just seemed addictive

As

hard

as

we

fight

the

relief efforts

are

more extensive
If you ever hear "I-ran" she

was

water boarding my henchman.
I'm

at

attention

Salute I

commander

she

chiefing

all

about

face

was

we

beefing?

Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...

Honey don’t call me on the telephone
Don’t ring my bell baby
I ain’t home Can’t pick you up can’t drop you a line
Sorry baby I ain’t got the time I’m busy I’m busy

I’ve got so much to do it’s got me feeling dizzy
Real sorry baby I’m just too busy

Saturday night I ain’t hitting the hop I told you baby
I’m too busy to bop
No time to twist no time to have fun
I ain’t jiving got stuff to be done

I’m busy, well baby
I’m busy well I’ve got so much to do it’s got me feeling dizzy
Real sorry baby I’m just too busy

Honey don’t call me on the telephone
Don’t ring my bell baby I ain’t home
Can’t pick you up, gotta step on the gas
I tell you baby it’s a pain in the ass

I’m busy I’m busy

I’ve got so much to do it’s got me feeling dizzy
Real sorry baby I’m just too busy

Got things to do got people to see
Got fish to fry got places to be
Can’t pick you up I can’t drop you a line
I’m sorry baby I ain’t got the time

I’m busy I’m busy

I’ve got so much to do it’s got me feeling dizzy
Real sorry baby I’m just too busy