Lazy

Hey, mamma, it’s your son,

Help me, mamma, I’m on the run.

They killed a rich man on the street,

They said it’s me because I’m weird

I guess I’m weird,

I got a beard,

I shave my head,

I leave the dread

I teach in school,

I help the poor,

A man of honnor,

And I’m a lawyer.

But,

I’m lazy

Like Sunday morning

Hey, hey, tata, it’s your son,

Don’t you like what I've become?

I studied law, but ditched it all,

It’s all a game - for all we know.

I guess I’m weird

I got a beard,

I shave my head,

I leave the dread

I teach in school,

I help the poor,

A man of honnor,

And I’m a lawyer.

But,

I’m lazy

Like Sunday morning

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Lyrics submitted by Jamezdin.