Bring it on home, bring it on home Bring it on home to you 'M gonna bring it on home to you I've got my ticket, I've got that load Gone up, go higher, all aboard 'M take my seat, a-right way back, ooooh yeah Watch this train goin' down the track

How long has this been goin' on? You been actin' so shady (shady) Ooo-oh (yeah) Oooh-ooh-oh She said, "Boy, tell me honestly Was it real or just for show?", yeah She said, "Save your apologies Baby, I just gotta know" I've been feelin' it lately, baby

Ooo ooo ooo Hi there, how are 'ya? It's been a long time Seems like we've come a long way My, but we learn so slow And heroes, they come and they go And leave us behind as if We're supposed to know why Why do we give up our hearts to the past?

Let it go, ooo ooo 'Cause I'ma I'ma go for broke You could go hard or you could go home You could live life or you could just fold You could stay young or you could grow old You could get high or you could get low Love is much more that paper You can get

And Troooll Doll Mr. Troll and me, To the tune of "Desire" Troll Doll out on the street Got no job got no money Got no shoes on the feet But you gotts stay tall, stay high

Whoa-a-whoa-a-whoa And I don't know which side to take Whoa-a-whoa-ooo-o And people try and calm me down (it can only get better) It's just the way it is Yeah, it's all right Whoa-a-whoa-a-whoa There's a war between my head and my heart

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooo, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "hail to the Chief" Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no

I get my party on (party onnnnn) We gonna party til the break of dawnnn Oh oh ohhhhhhhhh hooooo I get my party on (thats right) Ya ya man, I just got my hair braided, Car waxed, put on my player face, It's 12 o clock, its time to get it on Hey yo chaka

Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on

If mi cyan get a fuck, that mean mi nah give a fuck No way, noooo 'Cause if yuh never did a hitch with di thing, you wouldn’t bruck no day, baby If mi cyan get a fuck, mi nah give a fuck No way, ooh yeah Because that "friend zone" thing deh, a nuh me