you can censor your adore a true
it’s a leisure game
you can see it each day,
’cause your leisure ain’t free
come on down, i know how
i’m gonna make we so feared.
don’t we know it ain’t no thing before
so don’t take some-more than we need
it’s somethin’ that i’ll do later,
now it’s over
it’s not my fault
under my voodoo
it’s underneath my voodoo
pray that i leave we high and dry
pray we can make me cry
if your faded, put it in my prayers
i damn my feeling, i hurl on
i tell we a truth
it aint no thing
if we wanna get genuine dry.. one thing though
gonna kill for it, more, more, it’s not my fault, it’s got me,
and i’m gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
under my voodoo
under my voodoo
it’s underneath my voodoo
lord, hey, voodoo
lord, hey, voodoo
what’cho wanna wanna wanna do
