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Bredda Gravalicious
by The Wailing Souls

(Bredda Gravalicious) I say you're too damn craven
(Bredda Gravalicious) Oh yeah, I say you're too damn craven
(Everything you run down 'pon) They don't want give I none
(Everything you run down 'pon) Uncle Joe buck him toe
(Everything you run down 'pon) But their mother didn't know
(Everything you run down 'pon) Oh yeah

My brothers and sisters, they build you up
But now that you reach the top, yeah
You don't remember them
Through material things, yeah

But remember, high seat killed Miss Thomas' puss
And the greedy dog lose his bone
Through the reflections of his own shadow
But your shabby reaction, oh yeah

High seat killed Miss Thomas' puss
And the greedy dog lose his bone
Through the reflections of his own shadow
But your shabby reaction, oh yeah

(Bredda Gravalicious) Ooh yeah, I say you're too damn craven
(Bredda Gravalicious) What's that?
I say you're too damn craven (Everything you run down 'pon)
But the needy shall not always be forgotten (Everything you run down 'pon)
And the expectation of the poor shall not perish (Everything you run down 'pon) Oh yeah
(Everything you run down 'pon) Ooh, yeah

Dem no waan' give we none, but remember (High seat killed Miss Thomas' puss)
High seat killed Miss Thomas' puss (And the greedy dog lose his bone)
And the greedy dog lose his bone, yeah (Through the reflections of his own shadow)
Through his own reflection, oh yeah (But your shabby reaction) Ooh, look at that

(High seat killed Miss Thomas' puss)
Said it killed Miss Thomas' puss, yeah (And the greedy dog lose his bone)
And the greedy dog lose his bone (Through the reflections of his own shadow) Oh yeah
(Your shabby reaction) You hear that?

(Bredda Gravalicious) Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
(I say you're too damn craven) Bredda craven
(Bredda Gravalicious) Bredda pariah
(I say you're too damn craven) Oh yeah

(Everything you run down 'pon)
For the needy shall not always be forgotten (Everything you run down 'pon)
And the expectation of the poor shall not perish (Everything you run down 'pon)
Nuh true (Everything you run down 'pon) Bredda pariah, yeah
(Everything you run down 'pon) Bredda harbour shark, you
(Everything you run down 'pon) Want everything for himself alone, yeah
(Everything you run down 'pon) Gimmie some
(Everything you run down 'pon) Look at that
(Everything you run down 'pon) Bredda bushrat

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: WINSTON GEORGE MATTHEWS

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