MISSY ELLIOTT - Part Time lyrics

[music: sanga | lyric: barthold]

Out in the wastelands they circled above

On that cold Septemberday

Had a good taste of evil and contempt

The scapegoat never gets away

Crown the king of crows

Crowned by misery

Crown the king of crows

The wretch on a throne

And their fangs dug deep into him

King of sundown, prince of the weak

The small bitches stung hard I can tell

'Cause the crow, that's me

Crown the king of crows...

Wanted to feel somekind of love

He found it nowhere

Where is the shelter of God

He found it nowhere

Crown the king of crows...