Dem too damn evil When dem try get me down Nothing dem cyaa do Mixpak and YVP Bun badmind people Hear mi no Dre Skull Regular dem try meck mi lay dung By the help of Jah mi stand up pon mi foot

Help me baby, ain't no stranger Yeah, you got satin shoes Yeah, you got plastic boots Y'all got cocaine eyes Yeah, you got speed-freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window Can't you hear me knockin' on your door Can't you hear me knockin' down

Oh my God I'm so strunk Stone drunk. Oh fuck Help me Lord I'm so strunk Fucked up. Love drunk Ah, love. Lovey, love, love, love, love, love, love Makes you feel so trippy! Like you're stoned and drunk at the same time Strunk! 24/7 baba You make me feel

Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive,

I'll be there And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah Find out what we're made of When we are called to help our friends in need You can count on me like one two three You'll

Help is on the way (They said they said) Help is on the way You can't take that from me Just go ahead and try One by land, two by sea, right there in front of me They never came I have my mother's dreams I have my father's eyes

You can look but you won't find me Keep my hiding spirit shuffling Yeah, the Footprints show the way that I've gone Morning cares for no tomorrow Footprints show the way that I've gone Skip across the dust in the corner of my room While the walls pull

(I love me) Gonna love myself, no, I don't need anybody else Can't help myself, no, I don't need anybody else Ah, la la la, la la la la la Anytime that I like Anytime, day or night I know how to scream my own name Scream my name

I'm so hood, I can't help it Love me for being me 'Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am So love me for being me Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Little Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down His momma think it's my fault

Skankin' sweet Forget your troubles and rock with me You nuh feel how reggae music sweet, yeah-e-yeah Everybody wanna feel irie I'm gonna be skankin' Skankin', groovin', hallelujah Skankin', groovin, help me Jah Jah Skankin', groovin', under pressure