Can you whisper The bittersweet between my teeth Trying to find the in-betweens Fall back in love eventually Yeah yeah yeah yeah We're only young and naive still We require certain skills The mood it changes like the wind Hard to control when it begins

When you're reaching out, reaching out for me, yeah So when you reach for me, I'm glad I'm by your side And you're holding me, I'm alright, I'm alright I wanna hold you, I wanna touch you I wanna feel good and make you mine We're on our own Somehow we

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be There will be an answer, let it be Speaking words of wisdom, let it be Let it be, let it be, let it be, yeah, let it be When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary

Jamaica yé Afriki léyé Niga mounou yôrômi Jamaica yé Afriki léyé yé yé yeah Ko ambêta an sénan yara Yé Anséla Montego Bay, Kingston J.A Niga mounou, mounou, mounou yôrômi Sam! Takè n'djou la Ouaille aïe aïe! Anbôla farafina

I'm the mack, I'm the mack I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Skeet) Minor setbacks for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh) Baby, have a talk with your son That nigga lookin' like a sack, huh (Bitch) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Mack)

Ah, shake along with me Shake along with me Shake along with them I'd like to be somebody else and not know where I've been I'd like to build myself a house out of plasticine I've been driving in my car with my friend Mister Soft Mister Clean and Mister

I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing And they pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck yeah Pull up and wreck yeah, pull up and wreck Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing Like,

Please forgive me Love is a game we play If you love me I'm right here Come back here Go, go (from this point on it's up to you) Then don't leave me Yeah, empty rooms Looking at a photo with a kiss and a come home soon

You know you're not fucking up, though Get locked up and get back to it, yeah You know what the fuck going on, man You better strap in your set or it's gon' be a rough ride It's the king, bitch No introduction really, necessary Get the message like a

All right, okay As long as it's funky We'll make it funky for you now I'm a child of the ah, the 87 ah From the streets; get on a beat and go ah I could break it down like whatever ya ah On some K-R-S be-here-forever-type, uh