Reggae night Mmm, hmm, oh, oh And we'll be jamming till the morning light, We come together when the feeling's right, We come together when the feeling's right You will find it happens only once a year Yeah, mon, Reggae night You live and you love

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

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

Hmm, hmm, hmm I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see a line of cars and they're all painted

Put this shit back in motion Mmm, hmmm, mmm Now's the time to just clear the air Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only We been ashin' our roaches Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up) Rollin' one and mow, now we fired up Now we both

I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna catch you lady I'm gonna catch you lady, catch you lady Catch you lady uh huh Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm Oh darling, will you ever change your mind I've been feeling left

Old Friends- Old Friends- Pitchin' pennies in the park Playin' Croquette till it's dark Old Friends- Hmmm! Old Friends. Swappin' lies of life and loves Pitchin' popcorn to the doves Hmmm! Old Friends.

M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss (Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss) Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what? Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet Oh, damn (oh, damn) That flavor, flavor so good

Ooh oh, ooh oh Hip-Hop in the summer (What? What? What?) Don't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?) Be my undercover lover, babe, hmm (What? What? What? What? What? What? Yeah, what? What? What?) High tops in the summer (summer, what? What? What?) Don't

So let's, romance, yo stance, on me Take off, yo pants, cancel yo plans I ain't understand, you want a man To be ya friend, you need this shirt Feel you need some validation Ooh, mm, mhmm Make up your mind, I ain't the type to blow up your line