Not even a wicked man can serve Nothing inna Babylon nah work Watch the inequity have to get up and splurt Rome catch a fire cause deh Vatican thirst Nothing inna Babylon caan work Things get lock off and them a dead fi pure thirst Yow, desolation to the

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all

And get me wicked up Shake it up You could be breaking up, making up You can't be faking it, Making it from my love With all this tragedy, don?t get me tangled up I took the perfect avenue, down the road to both of you