Worry Bout Yourself - LAUNDRY DAY

Worry ‘bout yourself

And don’t think bout nobody else

Worry ‘bout yourself

And don’t think bout nobody else

Bout yourself

Don’t think bout nobody else

Don’t think don’t

Don’t, don’t

I woke up

On good ol front st

You told me that I could do anything

You told me to believe

You told me dinners on the table

You better really eat

You told me

That’s what you told me

I went up

To East 86 street

You told me what I need to tell them

Then they’ll certainly see

You told me worst thing that can happen is they’ll silently agree

You told me

That’s what you told me

I told you I was just fine

With the tears in my eys

You saw through my disguise

You looked me said in my mind

You said

My boy my boy

Lmme see you smile boy

(My sweet boy I hate to see you cry)

My boy my boy

Lemme see you smile boy

(My sweet boy, my angel in the sky)

I froze up

At a thousand feet

You told me when you start to feel it

Remember you can breathe

You told me meditate in silence

Maybe you’ll find peace

You told me

That’s what you told me

I came down

And sure there I see

A thousand faces in the ballroom

A million in the street

You told me layin in the bed

I wish you saw what I could see

You told me

That’s what you told me

I put my right hand on my chest

To check for my pulse

You said my sweet adult

Why do you torture yourself

You said my sweet boy

You know you’re in perfect health

I said I know but I

Can’t seem to convince myself

You said

My boy my boy

Lemme see you smile boy

(My sweet boy I hate to see you cry)

My boy my boy

Lemme see you smile boy

(My sweet boy, my angel in the sky)

Worry ‘bout yourself

And don’t think bout nobody else

I don’t wanna, wanna

Worry any longer

I see a greenish light

I think I see a greenish light

It’s sorta yellow like jello

Or sorta red like satchel

It’s sorta yellow like jello

Or sorta red like Satchel

I don’t wanna wanna

Worry any longer

I see a greenish light

I think I see a greenish light

It’s sorta yellow like jello

Or sorta red like Satchel

It’s sorta yellow like jello

Or sorta red like, red like

My boy, my boy

Lemme see you smile boy

My boy, my boy

Lemme see you smile boy

(Or sorta red like, red like)

My boy, my boy

Lemme see you smile boy

My boy, my boy

Lemme see you smile boy

(Or sorta red like, red like)

My boy

I hate to see you cry boy

(My sweet boy I hate to see you cry)

My boy my boy

Lemme see you smile boy

(My sweet boy I hate to see you cry ooo)

My boy my boy

Lemme see you smile boy

(My sweet boy, my angel in the sky)

My boy

(My sweet boy I hate to see you cry)

I hate to see you cry boy

(My sweet by my angel in the sky)

Worry ‘bout yourself

Worry ‘bout yourself

Worry ‘bout youself

And don’t think

And don’t think