Fun Done

Oh my God, it's a mash-up situation
Changing the laws and the bills of declaration
There's gonna be no, no more of you and me

I see the rocket blasting off
I see the world, it getting tough
When's that? Right now
When's that? Right now
When's that? Right now
When's that? Right now

You know say, "Dem ah teef"
And they don't wanna give it back
It's getting out of order, ignorance is on tap

Word sounds and power, get it every hour
Man's dem talking about they're gonna make appraisals
Can you trust that man again? (No)
Falling down and getting back up again
Seems to be the crux of my life problems

Need some motivation
Don't forget to mention
Sergeant Pepper pickеd your pocket
Gave it to the tax man
Orеo, you keep on calling me Oreo
You keep on calling

Keep on thinking that you're done
But respect to everyone
We don't care if he is gay or she's a lesbian

Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Pull up a chair and fire your gun
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Come over here, I'Il tell you, son

Fun done
The fun done, fun done, fun done
Your fun done

Seven miles of Black Starliners coming in their armor
Where dem there, where dem now?
I wanna see 'em fucking now (now)

It's a mind trip, playing with my brain every morning
I don't wanna do what you wanna do
And things are getting boring

In it?
In it?
In it?
In it?

Keep on thinking that you're done
But respect to everyone
We don't care if he is gay or she's a lesbian

Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Pull up a chair and fire your gun
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Come over here, I'Il tell you, son

Fun done
The fun done, fun done, fun done
Your fun done

(Fun done)
(Fun done)
(The fun done)

(Oh)
(Oh)

(Things are getting lairy, ain't they?)
(Pull up a chair and fire your gun)
(Things are getting lairy, ain't they?)
(Come over here, I'Il tell you, son)

Fun done
The fun done, fun done, fun done
The fun done

Now I got dementia
I forgot to mention
Be prepared for poison
It's infecting every nation

Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Pull up a chair and fire your gun
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Come over here, I'Il tell you, son

Fun done
Things are getting lairy, ain't they? (Fun done)
Come over here, I'Il tell you, son (fun done)
Things are getting lairy, ain't they? (Fun done)