Got the game from them old niggas You gotta know where I'm from to get to know a nigga I'm still glad I smoke weed Hidin' from the police I spent time overseas, hanging out in England And I got the squad on my mind and I mean this Do a little time out

Perhaps I'll be a bird one day if I am good enough and give up all this stuff I am from a country land where beauty only grows I'd dare not ever go And should you see my sister They will not hear a word you say they don't believe in souls

No we don't have a lot of money Just as free Free as we'll ever be So we live out in our old van Travel all across this land We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand

Maybe one day along the way Maybe one day, you'll remember You'll remember me on this island Smiling at you how I used to And it won't be sad to think of all we had All unhappy ends will be behind us then You'll think of me, and you'll be smiling Maybe

'Cause I'm feelin' way too damn good 'Cause something's gotta go wrong Feelin' way too damn good And it's like Every time I turn around I fall in love and find my heart face down And where it lands is when it should This time it's like The two of us

How can we disguise this awful truth? Hush now, you're standing on a land mine Tread lightly, get ready to explode Keep your wits about, don't let it bring you down Don't let it bring you down x6 Hush now, those eyes cannot harm you Don't let it bring

I'm too misty, and too much in love. You can say that you're leading me on, But it's just what I want you to do, Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost, That's why I'm following you. On my own, would I wander through this wonderland alone, Never

Tropical the island breeze All of nature wild and free This is where I long to be La isla bonita And when the samba played The sun would set so high Ring through my ears and sting my eyes Your Spanish lullaby Last night I dreamt of San Pedro

Money, cash, cars, clothes (C'mon) Boys and girls, this is how we play 2000, TP, c'mon uh uh C'mon yeah c'mon Rock Land baby, c'mon This is how we do it

That we are No man is an island, this I know But can't you see? Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone Black flies on the windowsill And I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go my own way Would I have to