Speakers got bass Bottles on ice Haters gon' hate Baller don't care Baller's so straight Baller from the hood So Baller don't play Baller burn good What
(Bob Geldof & Midge Ure) Performed by Band Aid Recorded on November 25, 1986 It's Christmastime There's no need to be afraid At Christmastime, we
away your burning light Gloria, where are you Gloria Don?t lose your faith To your lost naivete Weather the storm and don?t look Back on last November
Speakers gon' blow Speakers got bass Bottles on ice Haters gon' hate Baller don't care Baller's so straight Baller from the hood So Baller don't play Baller burn
' blow Speakers got bass Bottles on ice Haters gon' hate Baller don't care Baller's so straight Baller from the hood So Baller don't play Baller burn
, seein' things so vivid, I'm a soul, nah homie, not even, I'm a zone now till I lose feeling, Remember I'm a be gone way past November, Even stay up
It was November 4th I last held your hand It seemed our time would last forever You said don't ever leave I thought you'd never go I wish I could just
It was November 4th I last held your hand. It seemed our time would last forever. You said don't ever leave, I thought you'd never go. I wish I could
nah lose Conquering Lion obstacles we come ah move Come we go mash dem down nah lose Babylon we mash dem down ah Burn them plan and them plot and them stratergies Burn
my so-called friend. Why should I make amends when they crossed the nina, Sin again and again and again. I love them dearly but hear me they burn severely
I flew from the pyramid In the last game of my life A string of taillights on a dark and dusty dirt road Bon fire burning back a Tommy Collar?s farm
Lee,forever trapped by the memories In the sepulcher of my heart Black cats they scurry by in the night They tell me where you are in the chill of November
m talking to (Just keep your love lights burning) Spread it good over yeah woman [Let it burna?¦ Let it burn] Wow now [Let it burna?¦ Let it burn] Hahahaha
It's another November evening You mete out your aggressions As you remember your way home On what's left of your blackened soul You've come to this
em Can't afford 'em so I tell the swap meet to clone 'em I guess I really am a vanity slave I guess my ancestors turning in their graves Burning money
Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Yo hit the switch in December, I'll be on till November Bombin', disturbin' the calm at civic centers
