Ill Times Lyrics Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Pull the cotton outta your ears, listen hear
You ain’t got control of this, no
Same old palace, same old *** horse
But the saddle’s riding side-wards
What’s it gonna take to shake up
And leave it behind?
What’s it gonna take to change the ill times?
What’s it gonna take to shake up
And leave it behind?
What’s it gonna take to change the ill times?
Quitters never win and winners never quit
Don’t split the dummy, flip the script
You say your love ain’t gonna take the pain away
It’s the least that you can do to turn th_ page
What’s it gonna take to shake up
And l_ave it behind?
What’s it gonna take to change the ill times?
What’s it gonna take to shake up
And leave it behind?
What’s it gonna take to change and read between the lines?
I’m tired of picking sides, I wanna
Try
Can’t you see she’s crumbling?
Can’t you see she’s wondering
Why?
All these years we’ve gone this far in
And every year we’re close to showing
Why
We see no, hear no, speak no evil
Hidden for the [?]
What’s it gonna take to shake up
And leave it behind?
What’s it gonna take to change the ill times?
What’s it gonna take to shake up
And leave it behind?
What’s it gonna take to change the ill times?
What’s it gonna take to shake up?