Текст Chris Martin – Coincidence

Fake friend we no waan’ see dem again
Gi’ dem a red card, kick dem out the game
We no waan’ dem ’round we
Don bigs we no waan’ dem ’round we

Blacks
Dem think we wouldn’t find out
Think we wouldn’t find out
But we find out, God knows some a dem no real
What’s in the dark, Jah will reveal
Alright then

You see the thing weh mad Bungo, a you buy it
You bring it come and roll it up, but you never try it
A just coincidence
You waan’ fi tell man a coincidence, why
Every time mi lef’ the endz a just bay theft
Why the thief dem a run in every time you leave
A just coincidence
You think man born big ’bout coincidence
Tell mi how mi girl know mi have a next one
And the move weh mi go ‘pon you a the only one, we know
So a coincidence mi friend
You really waan’ fi blame it ‘pon coincidence again
Well, coincidence and even feel like you a slip
Dem we sell out and kill your friend dem fi get rich
You’re not the first and you won’t be the last
Fake friends weh get cut off

So what’s the verdict, guilty, guilty
What’s the verdict, guilty, guilty
Knock the hammer judge and send him out
Life in prison without parole

What’s the verdict, guilty, guilty
Fake friends we no waan’ dem ’round we
You blame everything ‘pon coincidence
You never real you did under false pretence

Blacks dem think we wouldn’t find out
Think we wouldn’t find out
But we find out, God knows some a dem no real
What’s in the dark, Jah will reveal
Hear me now

Half of everything mi give to you
If mi girl go foreign she bring things fi you
If mi have ah two bills, mi give my bills to you
Cyaan believe a so you treat mi, aye yo
Perok seh that’s coincidence
But in this friend court we work with evidence
And everything a point to you
All the chances mi gi’ you
Still you a blow the Feds, no

What’s the verdict, guilty, guilty
What’s the verdict, guilty, guilty
Knock the hammer judge and send him out
Life in prison without parole

What’s the verdict, guilty, guilty
Fake friends we no waan’ dem ’round we
Dem blame everything ‘pon coincidence
Dem never real, dem did under false pretence

Blacks dem think we wouldn’t find out
Think we wouldn’t find out
But we find out, God knows some a dem no real
Oh no

What’s the verdict, dem guilty (ooh yeah)
Verdict, guilty, guilty (say guilty)
(Guilty, dem guilty, dem guilty)
Lock dem away all alone (all alone)
No friends, no one to talk to
For dem no real

What’s the verdict, guilty, guilty
What’s the verdict, guilty, guilty
Knock the hammer judge and send him out
Life in prison without parole, hey

What’s the verdict, guilty, guilty
Fake friends we no waan’ dem ’round we
Dem blame everything ‘pon coincidence
Dem never real, dem did under false pretence

Think we wouldn’t find out
Think we wouldn’t find out
But we find out, God knows some a dem no real
What’s in the dark, Jah will reveal