I need you more than dope My heart would break without you Might not awake without you Been hurting low, from living high for so long I'm sorry, and I love you Sing with me, "Bell Bottom Blue" I'll keep on searching for an answer 'Cause I need you more

I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours Get it, text message I don't know the number Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle Steady taking

Can I be electric too? And I need more time And I want you to know But I need more time And I want you to say But I need more 'Cause I'll be you and you'll be me There's lots and lots for us to see She is electric, can I be electric too?

You're my Miss Jamaica My Miss Jamaica I'm crowning you myself Although you may not have such a fabulous shape To suit the rest of the world But you do suit me and that's all I want to know I need not know nothing more Roses are red, violets are blue

'Cause I got new girls, new problems I won't waste no time thinking about you anymore I won't waste no time talking about you anymore Uhh baby got got another another thing coming You used to say That all it takes is a dollar and a daydream, But now

I won't be standing up for long, I'd better learn how to crawl In ten minutes I'll be laying out flat on the floor One more anthem for the know-it-all Learn how to crawl Not like I need to depend upon anyone Since I can see the lack of need for me to be

On the wings of the night No more turning away On the turning away From the pale and downtrodden And the words they say Which we won't understand "Don't accept that what's happening Is just a case of others' suffering Or you'll find that you're joining in

Tu non avevi perso mai Volevo stare un po' da solo Vorrei una voce Ed improvvisamente Ti accorgi che il silenzio Ed io ti sento amore, Ti sento nel mio cuore, Stai riprendendo il posto che Che non avevi perso mai

War of words, no one survives These words of war cut deep inside War of words the truth, the lies These words of war hurt more and more. more and more I thought our love would never end like letters in the sand Our passion's washed away and so the tide

And we wait, wait, wait for the end to change And we take, take, take it for granted that we’ll be the same But we're making all the same mistakes Think that we got more time When we’re falling behind Gotta make up our minds Or else we'll play, play,