I thought I’d post these lyrics as this is a fairly new song I’ve written and it’s gonna be on my new ska/reggae EP that I’ll be recording mid April. The EP is gonna feature a very special guest that I will announce soon…
When I turned around, they shot me down
They told me to go home
Oh how I tried to swallow my pride
When they told me to go home
Imma keep my hair up high
When the mister comes to call
But when I turned around
He shot me down
And he told me to go home
Rolled up late this morning,
And the man shouts to me.
He said “What d’ya think you’re doing?”
I said “Sorry Mr G,
Well I’ll admit, my heart ain’t in it,
Like it used to be.
But these rules and regulations,
No they don’t mean jack to me.”
When I turned around, they shot me down,
They told me to go home.
Oh how I tried to swallow my pride,
When they told me to go home.
Imma keep my hair up high,
When the mister comes to call.
But when I turned around,
He shot me down,
And he told me to go home.
Playground problems got me vexed,
Freedom’s what I need.
These do’s and dont’s bring out,
The disobedience in me.
Doubts caress my brain,
As I make my way home.
Oh you know this girl is stubborn,
I can make it on my own.
When I turned around, they shot me down,
They told me to go home.
Oh how I tried to swallow my pride,
When they told me to go home.
Imma keep my hair up high,
When the mister comes to call.
But when I turned around,
He shot me down,
And he told me to go home.
I won’t return,
I don’t need ya.
I’ll do just fine,
Come next July.
Oh, oh.
They told me to go home.
Oh, oh.
They told me to go home.
Imma keep my head up high,
When the mister comes to call.
But when I turned around,
He shot me down,
And he told me to go home.
No they didn’t like the way I talk,
And they told me to go home.
Oh they reckon that my skirts too short,
And they told me to go home.
Imma keep my hair up high,
When the mister comes to call.
But when I turned around,
He shot me down,
And he told me to go home.
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