Oh, my beautiful summer How the winter makes me wonder Where you've gone And I'm left in this lonely town I hear you calling me, hear you calling me, yeah Everytime that I say goodbye Every night when I close my eyes I hear you calling me, hear you

Everything you gave Stay with me Did I say that I need you? No one knows this more than me Nothing you would take Yes, I understand that every life must end, aw huh, As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw huh, yeah, I'm a lucky man to count on

You can get jacked, like a cactus (Yeah) What is you smoking? Cat piss I'm at the five, Saks Fifth (Yeah), huh I plead the five 'cause I am no snitch (Yeah) After that say hocus pocus Yup, yup, yup, yup 'Cause I then disappear with your bitch, yup (Okay)

Meet you all the way, meet you all the way Meet you all the way, meet you all the way, Rosanna, yeah Rosanna, Rosanna Now she's gone and I have to say Meet you all the way, meet you all the way, Rosanna, yeah All I want to do when I wake up in the

I see the world it's going 'round. Seems to me it's upside down. Looking for something to say. I feel a little different anyway. Yeah, yeah. Does it make much sense to you? Doin' all those things you do. Making sure that I'm alright? Yeah, I'm fine!

Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?" Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfuckers need to get off the dick,

Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog? Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them Knahmsayin? No question, it's like the elders told me No one person can do anything, but everyone

I want to hold your hand I can't hide I think you'll understand When I say that somethin' And when I touch you I feel happy inside It's such a feelin' that my love Yeah, you got that somethin' Oh yeah I tell you somethin'

We can make it work We, Jah people, can make it work Come together and make it work, yeah Five days to go, working for the next day Four days to go, working for the next day Say we got, three days to go now, working for the next day Two days to go (ooh),

He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah Sell the kids for food