Shituations Lyrics & Chords By Marvel

Ooohh *witchy woman*

Bet your dollar bottom
This is the next episode, y'all

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Miss like your wife leaving 'em
Raising babies
Saluted
Environment, polluted
A score never settled
Metal with the headline
Metal after bedtime
Slipping through the cracks
All they playing
Rack playing crash
From the law
Back stab the hash
Even try to make a dash
100 meters
Polititians tally up the numbers
Into heaters
Letting ourselves into believers
Crooks took book readers
High stakes and priests
Sorta art
Cultivating crops by the yard
Learn to save my self
On a search for eternal peace
Without elbow grease
To say the least
Some of us are like
Corporates subordinates
Hitting at, how we gonna get
Briefcases and suits be
Soliders packs sharp machetes
Plus tricks in sleeves
Drop the bomb

[Chorus]
No two people are the same
Situations change
Like the weather so whatever
Some of them are wild and can't be tamed
Situations change
It's a shame now ain't it
[x2]

A basement meeting followed by a
Peace briefing was the
Procedure
Spoke about his case was the
City blues found clues
From the spot to you
Inspect the residue
Stains on the money shoes
Left prints to his castle
Future saving to avoid a hassle
My man gotta price to pay
The bothers the balance of nature
Undercaovers knocked out his capers
Saving on the third on the block
Game padlock
Waiting for the cops to drop
House for sale on the corner fill a jail
Yale graduates who don't know the half of it
Controlling the average shit
On a verge of a breakthrough
The right move will
Take you on a wrong turn
Results will shake you
Mystified by surprize attacks
Take yourself off the block
Blending in with night colours my brother

[Chorus]
No two people are the same
Situations change
Like the weather so whatever
Some of them are wild and can't be tamed
Situations change
It's a shame now ain't it
[x2]

Some will die
Some remainder like firestarters
A few bystandsers will loose their life watter
Of paradise
Bust it
But they fear cop
Fear not
Making my blood boil till it pop
No matter how much sun will shine
Rain will drop
Like celestial skies will awe
I was told
Peeping through keyholes
Looking at girls undressing
I switched life mode to slow
The life lining me
I saw the darkness
No longer a target
Categories of my hope and glories
Tell a story
My syndicate beyond the pole
Like a task force for me
Fingernails loaded with dirt
Blue shirt workers
Treading the current
Keeping my nose above the surface
No life preservers
So it go so it be
Develop muscle on the daily fighting hustle
Slave trade still effect
Sucking me dry like bamboo sugar
Parasites on the minutes my debut album "Service"
Craving on my verbal premises
Its a graphic scene
Episode part is seen
On the Hollywood silver screen

[Chorus]
No two people are the same
Situations change
Like the weather so whatever
Some of them are wild and can't be tamed
Situations change
It's a shame now ain't it
[x2]

It's a shame, shame
*witchy woman*