Can we start again Go back in time to where we started Do you remember what we used to have As if all our dreams were possible All that is destined was you and I But distance has torn us apart Forgive me for everything I've done wrong Lead me back to

Truth will mess you up You really messed up All the good times Truth will mess you up (all the good times) You really messed up everything Take me back again You really messed up this time (ah) But you can take it all back again Strike up what's in the

Bye-bye, girl There’s a road I gotta find Called the gypsy life I miss that life Like a good old friend Until I’m back again There’s a dream that’s still alive It will take some time A long, long time

Drop the beat and play it again Play it again yeah DJ play my song on the radio Lifts me up when I’m feeling low DJ spin it back If you feeling me The 808 track is all I need Watch me take it up, then I break it down I don’t play sports, but it’s a

I'm sorry for partying and Bacardi'n What's happenin' in the back yard again It started with a couple friends and some dude in a cardigan Came rollin' in at 3 am I don't know when it's gonna end So for now, I'm sorry for... woah Partying, partying...

I'm sick and tired of workin' I'll no more dig the praties As sure as me name is Carney I'll go off to California I'll no longer be a fool I'll be digging lumps of gold Where instead of diggin' praties And when I come back home again Goodbye, Muirshin

That I'm alright Can't say I'm sad to see you go Cause I'm not (No I'm not) Well I'm not With all the things we said And not a minute spent To think that we'd regret So we just take it back Forget the things we swore we meant

I'm so tired We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Of all the problems you've been causin' me Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again I'm holdin'

Them a criminal Them a criminal watch it them a criminal Seh them a criminal the whole a dem a criminal Nah follow them Take what them want then them gone back again Nah guh them feist Tell em we nuh retreat we just gone to the east But a we follow jah

We can just pretend We'll make it home again From everything now I'm in the black again Not coming back again I'm in the red again No space in my head again