Easy as One Two Three Songtext

von Irie Maffia

If you got love my sister - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic,
If you got joy my brother - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic,
If you got worries darling - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic,
If you got pain my brethren - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic.

You get so many stories maybe tears and worries,
When the sky gets so real, still I love your way yeah.
You get so many stories so dont be sorry for your tears or your glories,
'Cause life is like a game yeah.

Come along and be free,
I really want to make you see,
It's easy as one two three.

Come along and be free,
I really want to make you see,
It's easy as one two three.

When music are playing everybody come close,
I look for the faces get to red like a rose,
Make me gon' ahh I'm sweating all me clothes,
We tear down the roof and burn-out the house,
Do you really wanna forget all the rules,
While that thing on your dancing shoes,
Tell the whole world this is all that you chose,
Your choose is like you have nothing to lose.

You get so many stories so dont be sorry for your tears or your glories,
'Cause life is like a game yeah.
Come along and be free,
I really want to make you see,
It's easy as one two three.

Come along and be free,
I really want to make you see,
It's easy as one two three.

One two three four five six - No, you cannot resist,
When your feet get the beat so come 'n get some, ahh.
Give your life a twist but ease your mind and insist,
'Cause all i need to get done just got done.

Though I aint a preacher,
Had to told them like a teacher,
When my songs are like to reach you
'll take you up to the sky,
There' pleasen us to meet you,
Come on in 'n join the picture - Let's fly.

Come along and be free, I really want to make you see, It's easy as one two three. x2

If you got love my sister - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic,
If you got joy my brother - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic,
If you got worries darling - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic,
If you got pain my brethren - spit it on the mic, spit it on the mic.

Come along and be free,
I really want to make you see,
It's easy as one two three.

Come along and be free,
I really want to make you see,
It's easy as one two three.