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Don't Hurt Ya Self Video (MV)




Performed By: Victortrey Funklove
Language: English
Length: 4:43
Written by: Victortrey Funklove
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Victortrey Funklove - Don't Hurt Ya Self Lyrics




Ladies and gentlemen, it's your good friend Mr. Al Stone, this is Victortrey Funklove With the
SoulJinx'd Mackhammers

So much lovin' to do, I don't believe in time
But you're livin' by the cuckoo, And I'm livin' it so sublime

Don't you worry, it will go away, We're in evolution
Addicted to the ever-stay, The easier solution, yeah
But you're liable to hurt yourself, So don't hurt yourself
Just sayin' don't hurt yourself now, Don't hurt yourself

Don't hurt yourself
You may have a good name, But I wanna believe you got soul
Maybe you got good body, baby, But it ain't nothin' without soul
Come on, let it in, let it in

Trick smile, don't hurt yourself, Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself
Just sayin' don't hurt yourself now, Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself

You've been out of control and ain't doin' it right
You need a little bit more than caution, I don't need permission
Just gon' spread the light, It's like goin' back
Doin' it over, bein' grown, And knowin' what you know now

Picture comin' of age, A crossroad choice made when you turn the page
And that decision to be everything you've always wanted to be
Is another fork in the road with potholes
If it ain't the holes in the pot you got to be fillin

The hole of the conscious brain that you're killin
From rock smoke, To the abusing of the cock stroke
Bruisin' and losing all of the pride in your kinfolk
Some manifest good ideas, Excited by enlightenment

Fightin' the fears, They show up in the present
Rock the cool pants, Get on the floor
And dance that dance, Even if you got nothin' to lose
You got a whole lot of funkiness in your shoes

And that's mind, body, soul, For the health and wealth
From a mackhammer, Baby, don't hurt yourself
Tant de morts à faire, Et je n'y crois pas
Dans la tente, Mes deux vivets

Pas leur âge, Pour maintenant
Pour le temps, J'habite aussi, c'est blindé
N'est pas vous plaisir
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English

Ladies and gentlemen, it's your good friend Mr. Al Stone, this is Victortrey Funklove With the
SoulJinx'd Mackhammers

So much lovin' to do, I don't believe in time
But you're livin' by the cuckoo, And I'm livin' it so sublime

Don't you worry, it will go away, We're in evolution
Addicted to the ever-stay, The easier solution, yeah
But you're liable to hurt yourself, So don't hurt yourself
Just sayin' don't hurt yourself now, Don't hurt yourself

Don't hurt yourself
You may have a good name, But I wanna believe you got soul
Maybe you got good body, baby, But it ain't nothin' without soul
Come on, let it in, let it in

Trick smile, don't hurt yourself, Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself
Just sayin' don't hurt yourself now, Don't hurt yourself
Don't hurt yourself

You've been out of control and ain't doin' it right
You need a little bit more than caution, I don't need permission
Just gon' spread the light, It's like goin' back
Doin' it over, bein' grown, And knowin' what you know now

Picture comin' of age, A crossroad choice made when you turn the page
And that decision to be everything you've always wanted to be
Is another fork in the road with potholes
If it ain't the holes in the pot you got to be fillin

The hole of the conscious brain that you're killin
From rock smoke, To the abusing of the cock stroke
Bruisin' and losing all of the pride in your kinfolk
Some manifest good ideas, Excited by enlightenment

Fightin' the fears, They show up in the present
Rock the cool pants, Get on the floor
And dance that dance, Even if you got nothin' to lose
You got a whole lot of funkiness in your shoes

And that's mind, body, soul, For the health and wealth
From a mackhammer, Baby, don't hurt yourself
Tant de morts à faire, Et je n'y crois pas
Dans la tente, Mes deux vivets

Pas leur âge, Pour maintenant
Pour le temps, J'habite aussi, c'est blindé
N'est pas vous plaisir
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Writer: Victortrey Funklove
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