U R, U R (we are) Clarity is a state of mind Freedom ain't real, who's sold you that lie? I ain't buying it No matter what the price (one more time? Aight) So give it up give it up mama Undo your pants and your bra I see you liking that, you must need a

Hear the ghetto youths dem ballin' out Youths dem ballin' out Di youths dem callin' out Di youths dem saying justice, ah, weh dem really need overall Di way dem deal wid mankind all mi gal start ball Justice ah weh di youths dem need overall Di way dem

The way you make me feel I know your love is real You satisfy my every want and need You're always on my mind We need to spend more time Cause no one else can touch my heart inside She said, "Junior you're a genius

You're not mine anymore She said you need to let me go She said I'd die for you, you're like my drug but I can't get high off you Since you left, I've been holding onto a memory And you said I changed and you're so damn sick of me Since you walked out

Every day, I need you even more At the nighttime too There's no way I could ever let you go Even if I wanted to Ordinary no, really don't think so Not a love this true Common destiny

I've been walking alone now For a long, long time I don't want to hang out now With the friends that just aren't mine I don't want to be with you anymore I just don't want you anymore I know you say Maybe some day I need never be alone

The sun does shine I can't wait one minute more We can't wait one minute more The sun will shine Don't wait for an invitation No need for reservation This life is an exploration And you gotta see what I see in you Just think of the destination

Can you find me? I don’t need you anymore Follow my mind

Baby, fuck my life (Fuck it) It is yours, yeah Uh, fuck my life (Fuck it) Don't want nobody to save me I need some more love Yeah, won’t you help me? I need help please, I need some more love Yeah, won't you help me?

Now I'm like "Mum, buy a hundred bags" No more broken promises, I swear Mummy ain't never seen a hundred bags I need you to know that your son's got your back No more broken promises And we all know growing up in London's mad So let 'em all know that my