Ill Times

[Verse 1: Ambrose Kenny-Smith] Pull the cotton outta your ears, listen hear You ain't got control of this, no Same old palace, same old high horse But the saddle's riding side-wards [Chorus: Ambrose Kenny-Smith] What's it gonna take to shake ya And leave it behind? What's it gonna take to shake the ill times? What's it gonna take to shake ya And leave it behind? What's it gonna take to shake the ill times? [Verse 2: Ambrose Kenny-Smith] Quitters never win and winners never quit Don't split the dummy, flip the script You say a little pill ain't gonna take the pain away It's the least that you can do to turn thе page [Chorus: Ambrose Kenny-Smith] What's it gonna take to shake ya And lеave it behind? What's it gonna take to shake the ill times? What's it gonna take to shake ya And leave it behind? What's it gonna take to shake ya? Read between the lines [Bridge: Ambrose Kenny-Smith] I'm tired of picking sides, I wanna Cry Can't you see she's crumbling? Can't you see she's wondering Why? All these years we've grown despondent And the emperor's new clothes are showing Blind eyes We see no, hear no, speak no evil Keeling over into fetal [Chorus: Ambrose Kenny-Smith] What's it gonna take to shake ya And leave it behind? What's it gonna take to shake the ill times? What's it gonna take to shake ya And leave it behind? What's it gonna take to shake the ill times? What's it gonna take to shake ya?