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Big Country The Storm

James, they didn't have to do this We chased them for miles I had tears in my eyes Through forest and moors as the clouds filled the skies The storm

years I've seen much shit Everything I bare Everything I care about Its all been most of a way to the shore But we got more More in store [Birdman]

No care how big your property Or real big celebrity Everybody dem a V.I.P. When ya R.I.P. Me see dem gone down a shut eye country Me glad me nuh dwell

rainfall but I am only a drop from the storm. I feel like a tourist, out in the country. Once this small world was all countryside. Feel like a tourist in the big

a war with me So don't fuck with me [Benzino] Yo, swing that, mince that, double bogie, hit that Forty-cal go and get your burns, spit that Big gat,

them leaning like Smirnoff (What!) If haters wanna hate then its their loss (Yeah!) Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on (Yeah!) Car grills so big

They wreck the room and beat up the ENGINEER) [ENGINEER] Are you waiting for them to kill me? Did you not get what he said? There's a big screw loose

Like a seedling in a storm I've been traveling to this place Since the moment I was born I flew back to New York City Singing the big city blues The

take me up to the edge of the world And push me over again Lead me up to the edge of the world There comes a time We can storm the walls in our leisure