Don't say one word, it's not your concern Don't say anything, you may think your right Don't say anything, you may think your right
As you said, good morning Mr Andrew Huh, why seem so stressed? Is it cus the world would eat you up and spit you out Make you feel like one of the rest Clear me throat, clear me head But I need to clear one of these cheques Because the last one I got was from the collect Saying I need to clear up some of these debts
Threat!
And when I got out on the town I gotta get pass people, I don't like! Get life, take a hike, fly a kite, goodbyee Even when the sun ain't beaming when the morning or the evening my future is still bright But it's a fight tonight, tonight, don't say anything that will make it seem, seem alright
Don't say one word, it's not your concern Don't say anything, you may think your right Don't say anything, you may think your right
Feeling low, my life is in limbo Chances knocked out like I was fighting with Kimbo Trying to get out, but with her knowing what I'm into We should work out, like I was holding some mentos!
Me prom face on, middle late night she didn't put her face on Pull out the bottle take some, take some Running away, but getting chased on, by Jason Yow, no matter how fast I run, run, run She catch up to me Yow, sometimes I'm thinking I'm having fun, fun But not really, I stop dealin' And think about the differences between feelin' And being regular, comparin' To me the synonyms, definitions are similar Never getting the point n' giving up n' getting up, c'mon
Don't say one word, it's not your concern Don't say anything, you may think your right Don't say anything, you may think your right Don't say one word, it's not your concern Don't say one word, it's not your concern Don't say one word, it's not your concern Don't say one word, it's not your concern Don't say one word, it's not your concern
Don't say anything, you may think your right Don't say anything, no noo noo
Compositores: William Ernest Lobban Bean, Richard Andrew Conte ECAD: Obra #6271484