Mister T(th) - Harvard

Inform is a bad word, a metaphor

You haven’t heard and I’d inform

With a bad word, a metaphor

You haven’t heard but I’m insane

Can’t believe the men who say «Get off your knees.»

I haven’t seen who you brought to bed

But you’re turning red and I’m out of air

She ran away with the boy

But I’m not scared it’s happened before

She ran away with the boy, oh no

I can’t tolerate yesterday

I can’t tolerate yesterday

Some men, they believe, other men get down on their knees

Some men, they can see other men have lost their seed but I

I wanna wake up to the sunrise, light before my eyes

I’ve heard that you have said it

Keep on doubting on our knees

She ran away with the boy

But I’m not scared it’s happened before

She ran away with the boy, oh no

I can’t tolerate yesterday

I can’t tolerate yesterday

Run around

Run around

All the things that you helped buy

All the men you helped to lie

All this time you were right, you were wrong

She ran away with the boy

But I’m not scared it’s happened before

She ran away with the boy, oh no

I can’t tolerate yesterday

I can’t tolerate yesterday

I can’t tolerate yesterday