Bob Marley & The Wailers - Mix Up, Mix Up (Family Man's Mix) [Digitally Remastered]

Donate: https://www.paypal.me/DartanyanWinston (Lyrics) Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord yeah! Well, it's not easy, It's not easy Lord! It's not easy Speak the truth, come on, speak it ever! Cause it what it will He who, he who hide the wrong he did, yeah! Surely did the wrong thing still (Session, another version) Make it a sesssion! (session) Not just another version (version) Oh, please make it a session (session) Not Just another version (version) Oh now! Get in the studio of - The studio of time and experience Here we experience the good and bad; What we have, and what we had - This session, (session) Not just another version (version) Oh Lord, give me a session, (session) Not another version (version) They're so much stumbling blocks right in our way Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday! There's so much wanting, so much gaining So much have done Too much wiggle mix up, in the mix up, yes! Too much wiggle mix up! Too much, don't dem up! Too much of this mix up, mix up! Got to clear my wheels That's the way I feel Got to clear my wheels That's the way I feel There is too much mix up, mix up Too much of this mix up, mix up Too much of this mix up, mix up Too much of this mix up, mix up I was born in the country, right on top of the hill I still remain, I know I still, I will-a, But through your lack of respect and through your false pride, Someone's gotta take us all Jah children for a ride! Shut up! open the gate, and let the saints through. Please make it a session (session) Make it a session (session) Not another version (version) Ooh, we need a session (session) Not another version (version) Hey, you been talking all your mouth full of lies Sitting there toppling and, Lord, they criticize So through the eyes of the fool, the death is wise And through the eyes of the wise, the fools die Saying it's too much mix up, mix up! Too much mix up, mix up! I wanna clear the wheels, once and for all I wanna clear my wheels, I don't care who fall! I gotta clear my wheels, once and for all Clear my wheels, I don't care who fall, fall! (Too much wiggle mix-up!) Some say I'm this (do-do-di-do-do-do) The others say I'm that (do-do-di-do-do-do) But all I know (do-do-di-do-do-do) Things follow back (do-do-di-do-do-do) Speak the truth and speak it ever Cause it what it will He who ride around the beck Look around and stare Hey! (Too much mix up, mix up) (Too much mix up, mix up) (Too much mix up, mix up) (Too much mix up, mix up) Hey, Mr. music, why don't you wanna play? Don't you know today is a bright holiday? (Holiday) The people waiting for the message that you bring, They're listening to every word that you'll sing. Singing (too much mix up, mix up) (Too much wiggle mix up!) Would you groove along now (Too much mix up, mix up), yeah! Yes, would you groove along now (Too much wiggle mix up!) They just can't stop you now (Too much mix up, mix up)! He that keepth his mouth Surely keeps his life Often rebuked Cannot be the sacrifice No boddah stifle your conscious Please clean the herbs! No boddah stifle your conscious Please clean the herbs! Some say this (alright!) Some say that But all I know Things follow back Running through your beck (do-do-da-do-do-do) Trodding through your beck (do-do-da-do-do-do)