- Votes:
- Composer:
- Karl Hyde/rick Smith/alfie Thomas
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
- Reggae
 
- Tags:
- catchy
- nederhop
 
- See also:
Postmen - Fever lyrics
They come and ask you for your life 
 Men it's a fever 
 Let love abide and joy will rise 
 (2x) 
 The only thing next to meet is the grim reaper 
 While your life is terrorised by the late fever 
 They paralize ya by legalising the reefer 
 I know cuz my nose got the sense of a golden retriever 
 But trial is on the disbeliever 
 The highest bidder 
 We got the cure blowing out ya transmitter 
 Politics, music it 's all the same but the 
 Post not to blame for all sorrow and pain 
 Campaign, cuz we reign let's get the 
 The kabinet changed 
 Keep ya to ear 
 To it music and we do it again 
 Don't let a fever ruin your plan. 
 The future is at hand 
 Don't feel accused, but you been used in many attempts 
Chorus
 Everybody likes more freedom and more welfare 
 More shares of the pot that feeds'em 
 We talk sense if it ain't teaching 
 We got demands from a nation that´s starving and dying to get a chance 
 Where's you heart at take part of a dream starting 
 Increased violence in the luxury life supported Postmen - Fever - http://motolyrics.com/postmen/fever-lyrics.html
 Allready thought it would lead the way the finger points to 
 Cuz they're the ones that really you. 
 Men the air you breath only temporary 
 No money can't compete 
 Against the value of life we all know we need 
 Squeze the fever out of breathers to lust for greed 
 Lifes a breaze can't seem to live comfortably 
 Global politickin judging us scarfully 
 Plus the streets never really took care of we 
 Packin heat as means to live carefully 
 Reality fever 
Chorus
 Young life insecure not sure about wrong or right 
 what is it that makes u fight 
 and why live it we know it ain't not permitted 
 but it does in the streets 
 where there's rules and they not to keep 
 opposite things a state of mind poverty brings. 
 we tell you about jobs and the value of market it in 
 put a target on print for the bombartment 
 generals marched in roll out the red carpet 
 there's control by the fever at the bank, it runs where the money goes 
 everybody love it that's how grows 
 pullin plugs on a mind that is easily bugged 
 They get you drugged, get you what? 
Chorus












