Everthing is Irie

Everything is Irie
Everything is cool
Ain't worried 'bout a thing
And neither should you

I've been accused of being afraid of success
I've been abused in every sense of the word now
I've been stabbed in the back right in front of my face
And if you're supposed to be my brethren, then why can't you be honest with me, come On now

I've been accused of being much too selfish
I am amused to find you still standing with me
'Cause every chance you get, you wan come kick me in the head
And if you're supposed to be my brethren, then why can't you talk to me, come on now

Well I know I'm sitting on a gold mine
Nothing you can do is going make me loose what's mine
'Cause if you could, you'd sell my soul, and steal away my gold
Well if you're supposed to be my Idren, man I hate to see my enemies, come on now



Credits
Writer(s): Karnie Lee
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