Midnite

Late Night Ghetto

Midnite


Late Night Ghetto 
A tune called late night ghetto, hmm aye 
A chun called late night ghetto 
A chun called late night ghetto 
A chun called late night ghetto 
A chun called late night ghetto 
If you tell your woman bout some moving stars in the sky 
Bout some light from out far shining in her eye yeah, yeah 
Every crevasse of the heart Jah love 
As you share and finalize 
Let lone ranger keep on wearing his disguise 
Let the man that she sees, be the man that she hears 
Bring her the fruit from the sun 
Take away her double vision 
Until she say 
Red lips again not wheeling 
Oh Jah, she is so appealing 
So sweet to hold that feeling 
Give her the treatment of the late night ghetto 
Give her the treatment of the late night ghetto 
A chun called late night ghetto 
A chun called late night ghetto 
A chun called late night ghetto 
A chun called late night ghetto 
Don't you send no dozen roses 
Line no tub with no candlelight 
To return to the vicious kick boxing still overnight 
Don't you see her burden is heavy 
Rude youth and you, traveling light 
You feel like show off, well right now that's the time 
Let the man that she sees, be the man that she hears 
Bring her the fruits from the sun 
Take away her double vision 
Until she say 
Red lips again not wheeling 
So sweet to hold that feeling 
Oh Jah, she is so appealing yeah 
Hmm, a chun called late night ghetto 
A chun called late night ghetto 
A chun called late night ghetto 
A chun called late night ghetto 
So when you come 
Come bring in fiscal matters yeah 
Come bring in reasoning power 
Come bring in changes for the better yeah 
Man child, man child 
Man child, man child 
Man child, man remember who you used to be, yeah 
Hmm hmm aye 
A chun called late night ghetto 
A chun called late night ghetto 
Well man child, man child 
Man child, man love breaks you heart 
You have to cry 
Like flowers bloom and flowers die 
Life is hard 
But these are the facts of life 
These are the facts of life 
These are the facts of life 

A chun called late night ghetto 
Love breaks you heart 
You have to cry 
Even flowers grow old 
Even flowers die 
Life is hard 
But deal with the facts of life 
Deal with the facts of life 
Deal with the facts of life 
A chun called late night ghetto 
A chun called late night ghetto, yeah 
Using up the likkle whey you have why you know 
Late night ghetto