Wey hey hey, hmm baby hang on Our love shines like rain In those Spanish eyes Spanish eyes 'Cause I love the way you talk to me Wey hey hey, hmm baby hang on, hmm Empty heart, beat tight as drum set Empty love, she'd shine like a song, hmm

In your arms tonight yeah It will free your mind yeah Can you feel it feel it feel it feel it oh And it's all for your body It will free your mind I just want to have a good time (yeah,hmm) (It's all about having a good time)

And I'm not the one But I wish, but I wish I was I'm not the hero in the story I'm not the girl that gets the glory 'Cause you're looking for true love Hmm, I wish, oh I wish I was On paper we go together I know that we look the part But almost never

I know Jah-Jah bless me, no wicked heart can test me, no matter how dem try. Oh I know Jah man infest me and my fans a request me nanga make di river run dry. Hmmmm As far as the wind blows from the west to the east side I an I praises never cease oh

Time was running fast (Hmmm) While we were walking so slow (Hmmm) As I watched us grow and grow (Hmmm) We carried our love in cups to go (Grew so tall our heads hit ceilings) Trouble seemed so small (Outgrew all the doors and walls) We never needed any

Hmm, c'est si bon Lovers say that in France When they thrill to romance It means that it's so good Oh, c'est si bon So I say it to you Like the French people do Because it's oh-so good, ba-ba-doo, doo day Every word, every sigh

I got to keep movin', I got to keep movin' Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail And the days keeps on worryin' me There's a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my

Baby, you're wasting my time Baby, you've been on my mind, mmm (Listen up, you got a problem) Baby, you've been on my mind, mm hmm Lotta pressure on my name Lotta worries in my head Lotta responsibilities, strife and threats All kinda lies, No I won't

I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh You pulled up in your friend's truck, hmm Better watch out for the scammers, ooh Boy, you better get your bands up, hmm She a pretty little dancer, ooh I might take her to my mansion, hmm Hit her, then I vanish, ooh All

Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm That's not who you are That's just not your job Stop tryna be God, God 'Cause air traffic controls the landing Yeah, yeah yeah yeah