It's not you, it's me (it's me) I'm the only one I need (ooh-ooh) It's not you, baby (baby) 'Cause I'm leaving you for me (ooh-ooh) I don't want you blaming yourself It's bad for your health 'Cause honestly (ooh) I'm the only one, I'm the, I'm the only

Other people Oh, baby it's just your body We had a love devout without a shred of doubt We never worried 'bout other people You broke the spell and wanted something else Well, go fuck yourself with other people Go, lay it on everybody They won't be there

Some girls start crying, some girliez run away I'm like 'huh what the fuck man okay' Just relax yourself baby, its gonna be okay It's not my fault I was born dis way I'm an african come on girl you know whats up This big motherfuckin dick is whats up

Baby it's yours If you want it tonight I'll give you the red light special All through the night Just come through my door Take off my clothes And turn on the red light Take a good look at it

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Then blame, blame, blame You know that's not my thing If you could see yourself now, baby You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang You came to bang, bang, bang, bang, bang It's not my fault, you used to be so in control You're going

Will be yours for the taking My sweet revenge It's in the making baby Poisoning a drink, bleeding in a sink Choking with a link, killing with a stink Just your mother's, ho Burning up, my sweet Clementine I saw her laugh

Baby it's yours If you want it tonight I'll give you the red light special All through the night Just come through my door Take off my clothes And turn on the red light Take a good look at it

Some girls start crying, some girliez run away I'm like 'huh what the fuck man okay' Just relax yourself baby, its gonna be okay It's not my fault I was born dis way I'm an african come on girl you know whats up This big motherfuckin dick is whats up

You can jump right in As the Southern wind sings again an island lullaby Let the music pull you in Oh and lose yourself again The Southern wind sings again an island lullaby Baby powder beach under my feet has got me rolling And the breeze through

They holler at me, but it’s you, you, this ain’t high school Me and my crew, we can slide through Give it to you whenever you want, whip it whenever you want Baby it’s yours Baby it’s your world, ain’t it? He said he came from Jamaica, he owned a couple