predict

You say that I won't lose you

But you can't predict the future

So, just hold on like you will never let go

Ah... la, la, la, la, la

I predict a riot

I predict a riot

I changed by not changing at all

Small town predicts my fate

Perhaps that's what no one wants to see

What lies in the future is a mystery to us all (us all)

No one can predict the wheel of fortune as it falls

There may come a time when I will see that I've been wrong

Believe me I'm not pretending

It's not hard to predict this ending now

'Cause I know you'll soon discover

Of seven years of famine

The wolf is at my door as predicted years ago

That that was, that is, that is no more

Always rearranging, I can't commit

Fear of a future I can't predict

Has got me laying sleepless at night

This is a new oldie

Can I predict the evolution of a classic? Yes I can

This is a new oldie

Rasta there up on top, can't you see

So you can't predict the flop

We got lightning, thunder, brimstone and fire

Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted

Power shifting comb fisting, I predict Goddesses you're running after witches

I kiss my fourteen stitches