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letra de take it away. - jacky clark chisholm

why is no one ready?
he-he-heyey
he-he-heyey
he-he-heyey
he-he-heyey

[b.slade]
young people know the deal-y
8 mile, detroit is the city
chi-town, uptown, east philly
i mean really? i mean really
jacky got her hair sitting pretty
red bottoms got you sweeping through the city
she sn-tching wigs and they snapping pics
now the album’s out, better text your friends

[jacky]
give me somеthing i can feel, feel
because the god i sеrve is real, real (yes he is)
fight my battle if i’m still, still (yes he will)
he′s my buckler and my shield (my shield)
we wrestle not against
flesh and blood but princ-p-lities
did you hear me when i said
keep it up devil and i promise
that you’ll see another side of me
i ain’t playing no more
messing with my family
my church and my community
enough is enough
you gotta give my stuff now
you can take my money
you can take my friends
you can take my audi
you can take my benz
you can take my jewelry
you can take my louis

you can′t you can′t take my joy away
devil, you-you can’t
take my joy away
take it, take it, take it, take it
take it away
take it, take it, take it
can’t take it away
anybody working on a building?
i’m working on a building not made by hand
anybody working on a building?
i′m working on a building not made by man
my soul is happy
my soul is happy
my soul is happy, happy, happy
take it by force and say
enough is enough
take it by force and say
enough is enough
had the audacity
to mess with my stuff, no

you can’t, you can′t
take my joy away
devil, you-you can’t
take my joy away
take it, take it, take it, take it
take it away
take it, take it, take it
can’t take it away

enough is enough
you gotta give my stuff now

anybody working on a building?
i′m working on a building not made by hand
anybody working on a building?
i′m working on a building not made by man

my soul is happy
my soul is happy
my soul is happy
happy, happy
why is no one ready?

[b.slade]
you can take my crib
and you can take my whips
and you can have the keys to my truck
cause my praise is kinda like gasoline
you strike it and imma blow up
so basically like jacky said
a few bars ago, enough
and i’m over all the shenanigans
and i′m not repeating myself again
you keep playing cords like this again
then the church is gonna get buck again
then the praise is gonna go up again
then the church is gonna go up again
and up again and up again
the praises gonna go up again
come on

[outro: jacky]
take it, take it, take it, take it
take it away
take it, take it, take it
can’t take it away

- jacky clark chisholm

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