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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ganja White Night
Ganja White Night
Programming
Stylust
Stylust
Programming
PAV4N
PAV4N
Vocals
Da Fuchaman
Da Fuchaman
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Bayeul
Benjamin Bayeul
Songwriter
Geoffrey Reich
Geoffrey Reich
Songwriter
Pavan Mukhi
Pavan Mukhi
Songwriter
Zemroy Thomas
Zemroy Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ganja White Night
Ganja White Night
Producer
Stylust
Stylust
Producer

Lyrics

Ayo check one check two It's Ganja White Night Pavan Stylust Da Fuchaman Ayo check one Another day in the life of a nomad Analogue don not digital Still i'm in the running for the top spot Hotspot game on a minimal My Gen been on that frontline Would prefer that it didn't get physical But if i get met with a brick wall I guess shit a get physical Dun know man are here for the music And it's a war mama been stayed waging From a Yute man been on business N' I knew then it was ours for the taking From a Yute man seen them stories Big dreams of writing the saga I was grown on Prince and Michael Man a built different, come we go harder The arms of men will fail you A pon the cross them wan nail you Righteousness shall prevail Rastafari never fail We run this town, we run this town Yow, no fakers can't come around A we run sound, a we run sound The wicked affi run anytime them hear the sound Watch this Watch this Come we go hard, Ting get done Frontline sound, Vibes dem a run Put in that work til the ting get done Come around us Big man and get Son Man a get jilted, left in the drain Ain't no gains if you feel no pain Ain't really on building stick to ya corner This ting riveting thick in my veins Come we go hard, Ting get done Frontline sound, Vibes dem a run Put in that work til the ting get done Come around us Big man and get Son Man a get jilted, left in the drain Ain't no gains if you feel no pain Ain't really on building stick to ya corner This ting riveting thick in my veins The arms of men will fail you A pon the cross them wan nail you Righteousness shall prevail Rastafari never fail We run this town, we run this town Yow, no fakers can't come around A we run sound, a we run sound The wicked affi run anytime them hear the sound Watch this Watch this Come we go hard, Ting get done Frontline sound, Vibes dem a run Put in that work til the ting get done Come around us Big man and get Son Man a get jilted, left in the drain Ain't no gains if you feel no pain Ain't really on building stick to ya corner This ting riveting thick in my veins Come we go hard, Ting get done Frontline sound, Vibes dem a run Put in that work til the ting get done Come around us Big man and get Son Man a get jilted, left in the drain Ain't no gains if you feel no pain Ain't really on building stick to ya corner This ting riveting thick in my veins The arms of men will fail you A pon the cross them wan nail you Righteousness shall prevail Rastafari never fail We run this town, we run this town Yow, no fakers can't come around A we run sound, a we run sound The wicked affi run anytime them hear the sound Watch this
Writer(s): Zemroy Dwayne Thomas, Pavan Anil Mukhi, Benjamin Bayeul, Geoffrey Reich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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