When you blow at high dough Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go They shot a movie once, in my hometown Everybody was in it, from miles around Out at the

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Mi a ova dweet "Weh mek yuh clean so?" Gyal haffi say Mi don't love man, so don't love me Mi get gyal easy like do, re, mi Mi want every gyal out a half way tree High grade smoke a float through mi window Woman haffi love mi style, love mi style Them

Got a strange magic Oh, it's a strange magic Strange magic Oh, what a strange magic I get a strange magic You're sailing softly through the sun In a broken stone age dawn You fly so high You're walking meadows in my mind

You and I, stand with our heads held up high Me and you, together whatever we do All the love - you've given me, I cherish, babe, so All the times - I've spent with you, I treasure girl, you Everything I possess is down to you more or less Anything that

Come rain or come shine High as a mountain And deep as a river It was just one of those things 'Cause I'm gonna be true Happy together Unhappy together Now won't that be fine? We're in or we're out of the money

Peaches living in niches Digging the scene like beautiful cliches I wanna be clean but I gotta get high It's good to be here, so hard to come by You bring pain cause you got game And needles and pins a man can't take Throwing shapes in a gangster lean

One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer I ain't seen my baby since night before last Gettin' high Knocked out And by the time Hey mister bartender, come here I want another drink and I want it now My baby, she gone, she been gone two night And then I sit

Yeah I guess that’s my church Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse I’ve cussed on a Sunday I’ve cheated and I’ve lied

Aye, aye, so now I'm So-lo that I can see under the skirt of an ant So-lo that I don't get high no more when I "Geronimo!" I just go hit So-lo my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend So-lo that I can admit When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo