F You F Me

True story
Beat the living daylights
Outa her a tell you (pon the Gordon Town road)
Say she left the piccaninny dem and
Gone a Black Star dance
Spare me the story
Somebody already told me
That a hurt somebody
Will hurt somebody deeper
Spare me the story
Of a long gone heartache
Everyone knows this
You've gotta fix you, and I've got to fix me
Now if you build it, they'll come
Suppn like that
Nobody wanna start it, they want it done
The conversation
I walked from Papine to Gordon Town
Such a punitive trod
On Rio Cobre bank, you beat her down
I watched her blood just ooze
You say you're sorry
But that's not enough
You've got to pick yourself
From out of that mindset
So the script flipped, thought you were the sh
Suppn like that
The act that you put on, For all to see
Hurt the mother of your baby
Felt like a million rocks, Rained down on me
Though it never was aimed
In spite of it all, she broke free
Now you go around saying
You say you're sorry
But that's not enough
You can be sure of one thing
You can't fool me



Credits
Writer(s): John M Henry, Michael Henry, Randolph Henry, Sean Carl Scott
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