L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay (Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay) (L-l-lay-lay, l-l-lay-lay-lay) I just wanna see you in Ibiza We can meet up, let it heat up Blow the trees up, kick your feet up You can bring your girls, you can leave 'em You forget your man, that's

Rain, rain, rain Take away my darkest days Take this hand of sorrow Return me for I feel they're here to stay Divided soul Of a troubled man The final fight The final need to understand These tangled roots

You need me to get that shit together So we can get together You need me to I've been hurt so many times It got to a point When I decided I can't do this anymore I need someone to hold me

I was born to beg for you I'd cry, crawl I'd do it all Teakettle love, I'd do anything Crushed on the train We'd stand by the window Sweat through the hard parts of June We hugged it out and ducked it on purpose Nothing else I needed to do

Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer God bless the working man Average Joe, average pay Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, and a

I need it now It won't get out, it won't stop He won't give up, and I won't up and go I don't know how He won't give up, but I won't up and go Somethin' is boilin', boilin' in me Someone is toyin', toyin' wi' me It don't move out, it won't leave It don't

There's a quiet storm Too good for me If I tell you Will you keep on loving me And it never felt like this before Giving me something that's taboo (Sometimes I think you're just too good for me) You give me the sweetest taboo That's why I'm in love with

As long as you're a black man, you're an African So don't care where you come from No mind your nationality You've got the identity of an African Don't care where you come from You have got the identity of an African 'Cause if you come from Clarendon

When I wake up early in the morning Lift my head, I'm still yawning When I'm in the middle of a dream Stay in bed, float up stream (Float up stream) Please, don't wake me, no, don't shake me Leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping Please, don't spoil my

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?