Skip Marley - Enemy Lyrics
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Enemy
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What Are The Lyrics For Enemy By Skip Marley?
Stepping on the enemy
Try fi take mi energy You can't thief the recipe, no Seeing through the frenemies Dem search for remedy When there's no therapy (Oh why?) Why dem try fi put me down? (ooh yeah) Oh Lord, why dem try fi take the crown, my crown? Mi memba when I was a likkle pickeney Mommy show me dem and bare iniquity (she say) Life back then never, pretty-ty Ah nuff dem say love, but die wickedly What's the remedy for the frenemies? Why we can't agree just fi disagree? Out of many people, one melody So, tell me, why you're tryna put me down? Stepping on the enemy Try fi take mi energy You can't thief the recipe, no Seeing through the frenemies Dem search for remedy When there's no therapy (Oh why?) Why dem try fi put me down? (ooh yeah) Oh Lord, why dem try fi take the crown, my crown? Through the struggles and the troubles no one give you bly They knock we down, they knock we up without reason or rhyme (no bly) End up in a predicament get on your knees and pray All this time killing each others only brought dismay Babylon will turn you fool Don't let them use you like a tool Lessons come from heartache not only school Tell me, why you tryna put me down? Stepping on the enemy Try fi take mi energy You can't thief the recipe, no Seeing through the frenemies Dem search for remedy (no, no no, no) When there's no therapy (keep on going on) (Oh why?) Why dem try fi put me down? (ooh yeah) Oh Lord, why dem try fi take the crown, my crown? |
Who Wrote Enemy By Skip Marley?
Almando Cresso, Giorgio Ligeon, Skip Marley, Tasan Thompson, Tyshane Thompson
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What's The Duration Of The Enemy By Skip Marley?The duration of Enemy is 2:18 minutes and seconds. |
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