Dub War - Fun Done Lyrics

 Dub War - Fun Done Lyrics.

[Intro]
Oh my God, it's a mash-up situation
Changing the laws and the bills of declaration
There's gonna be no, no more of you and me
[Verse 1]
I see the rocket blasting off
I see the world, it getting tough
When's that? Right now
When's that? Right now
When's that? Right now
When's that? Right now
You know say dem ah teef and they don't wanna give it back
It's getting out of order, ignorance is on tap
Word sounds and power, get it every hour
Man's dem talking about they're gonna make appraisals
Can you trust that man again? (No)
Falling down and getting back up again
Seems to be the crux of my life problems
Need some motivation
Don't forget to mention, Sergeant Pepper pickеd your pocket
Gave it to the tax man
Orеo, you keep on calling me Oreo
You keep on calling
[Pre-Chorus]
Keep on thinking that you're done
But respect to everyone
We don't care if he is gay or she's a lesbian
[Chorus]
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Pull up a chair and fire your gun
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Come over here, I'Il tell you, son
Fun done
The fun done, fun done, fun done
Your fun done
[Verse 2]
Seven miles of Black Starliners coming in their armor
Where dem there, where dem now
I wanna see 'em f**king now (Now)
It's a mind trip, playing with my brain every morning
I don't wanna do what you wanna do
And things are getting boring
In it?
In it?
In it?
In it?
[Pre-Chorus]
Keep on thinking that you're done
But respect to everyone
We don't care if he is gay or she's a lesbian
[Chorus]
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Pull up a chair and fire your gun
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Come over here, I'Il tell you, son
Fun done
The fun done, fun done, fun done
Your fun done
[Bridge]
Fun done
Fun done
The fun done
Oh
Oh
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Pull up a chair and fire your gun
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Come over here, I'Il tell you, son
Fun done
The fun done, fun done, fun done
The fun done
[Verse 3]
Now I got dementia
I forgot to mention
Be prepared for poison, it's infecting every nation
[Chorus]
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Pull up a chair and fire your gun
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Come over here, I'Il tell you, son
Fun done
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?
Come over here, I'Il tell you, son
Things are getting lairy, ain't they?