Let it go, let it go Turn my back and slam the door Can’t hold you back anymore And here I stand And here I’ll stay The cold never bothered me anyway Can’t hold it back anymore The snow blows white on the mountain tonight

I got the drink in me goin' back to back They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back Oh man, oh man Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me Back to back for the niggas that didn't get the message Back to back like I'm

Good goodbye (Don't you come back no more) So say goodbye and hit the road Pack it up and disappear You better have some place to go 'Cause you can't come back around here Live from the rhythm, it's Something wild, venomous Enemies trying to read me

Looking for fun Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say

I love it when you cry The tears bring out your eyes Hit it from the back do me like that There's something to say 'Bout feeling no pain It's sexy when you're joking of It shows that you're alive Uh, the tears bring out your eyes Feels like you're a

The time is coming Rolling, and throwing, consoling Everything that goes this far Joking and hoping, revolting All that shit that's who you are Hoping, and scolding, revolving Peel it back, reveal the scar Loathing, exploding, controlling Tear me from

Ya alright, alright, alright You was right I was wrong Ya I should've never ever took her home Ya I should've just boned Ya fantasy on my phone Ya hit it from the back watch a nigga bless you Ya crying in my arms like a nigga wrecked you Talking about a

Hit it hard from the back Roll around on the front I know you've heard a lot of tracks But 12 Play is what you want Just let me call the studio Then we can go all night Girl I hope you can hang Cause I'm horny as hell tonight

A next man have you gal when you missing Yo frata (back to life) me wa go (back to reality) Me wa go (back to reality) Listen, you can get pum pum a prison Stay far from war that a coppa And led you can't get head when you dead. The food a shit, bed

Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long