When I'm much too far away And now I wish I'd stayed 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missing you again oh no A lonely road, crossed another cold state line Miles away from those I love purpose undefined We all need that person who can be true to you

Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been spending my money on other women You've been taking money from someone else I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago Come back home baby, try my love one more time Well your mother

Everyone's allergic to poison ivy Everybody gets the itch Everybody hates that Everybody needs a little poison ivy I just got back from the doctor He told me that I had a problem But I realized it's you

It's you, it's you, it's you. He's my dilemma One half of me wants ya And the other half wants to forget My-my-my dilemma From the moment I met 'ya I just can't get you out of my head And I tell myself to run from you But I find myself attracted

Pop a top again I just got time for one more round Set 'em up my friends Then I'll be gone Then you can let some other fool sit down I'd like for you to listen to a joke I heard today From a woman who said she was through and calmly walked away I tried

Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome Even though you're tryin' to hold me back You don't get no mail you know I'm in jail Fare thee well, my brother, please don't stand in my way I'm goin' down to that dirty town no matter what you say You fooled me

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right Now somebody show some money in this bitch I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust

But all he ever wanted was her touch But all he ever knew was all that much Of gold like the blue door You lost your way Blew in from the storm He'd been riding for days Came home to find his lover In another man's gaze Now, some kill for whiskey

But all he ever wanted was her touch But all he ever knew was all that much Of gold like the blue door You lost your way Blew in from the storm He'd been riding for days Came home to find his lover In another man's gaze Now, some kill for whiskey

Gyal show mi weh yo got Meck mi used mi Iphone 5 tek a snap Yo do the thing dem weh mi cyaa fi got From mi si you yo find mi weak spot God know mi addicted to her yeah A you me waan, tell everybody this That a my property nuh bother trouble it Addiction