Black Yaya - Glad Tidings

You got involved with some crooked cats
You thought they were blood but it wasn't like that
They got you in trouble and they just ran like rats
From a wreck man

Then you were watching Beetle Juice that was on TV
When in a flash you saw a vision of your enemy
You said I'm gonna do them like they mean to do me
You just check man

Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings

Now the man at the door on 42nd Street
He says Gimme a reason to knock you off your feet
But his one-inch forehead and his sick black teeth
cre no threat man

cnd you get the man with the crocodile skin
You punch him in the gut and then you kick him in the chin
Well he played you like a snake on a violin
What a joke man

Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings

When a Big Fat Moon is rising
Like blood on the horizon
cnd there's no compromising
Or regrets man

When a Big Fat Moon is rising
Like blood on the horizon
cnd there's no compromising
Or regrets man

Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings

Written by:
DAVID BENOUAISCH

Publisher:
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