Ooh, I'm not ready My head in the sand sometimes It's not the right way to go Yes, it's easier to bury But I pray for the ground to swallow me whole Ooh, I’m not ready Show me distraction Even for just one night 'Cause it's easier to bury

She tell mi she nah let go Me get gyal everywhere mi go Mi seh weh yuh a go do Me seh baby But every king have a queen weh him love though Every man have a wife weh him love though She seh how yuh love woman soh She seh anyhow mi nuh want cool She seh

You don't miss your water Till your well runs dry But when you left me Oh! How I cried In the beginning You really loved me But I was blind And I could not see I was a playboy

All I want is you You, you, you You, you, ooh We got options Maybe I'm the one to blame That's just how the game goes But I wanna let you know that I decided I finally realized that I been going through some changes

Sugar how you get so fly? Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceiling Before you play with fire, do think twice Sugar, how you get so fly? But sugar, how you get so fly? Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, hey She got cherry lips, angel eyes

No flow without the other Oh, but how With one another? Electricity, biology? Seems to me it's chemistry Signals transmitted Message received Reaction making impact

See us come to award shows we're like (Oh yeah) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah) See us keep blowin' up, we're like (Oh yeah) See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care See me in your videos, I'm like (Oh yeah) See me right up close,

So he tries to pacify her Now, how can he have her heart When it got stole? 'Cause what's inside her never dies Oh, whoa, oh He can only hold her for so long The lights are on, but no one's home She's so vacant

We keep the spirit free Oh nobody knows No one but the fool and me And oh oh, where ever we go Traveling that wind and laugh at the crowd, um the fool and me Howl at the moon baby yell out loud, the fool and me Stretching on out and feeling fine, the

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement