I will tear this whole fucking house down I'm bettin' you won't do shit Oh, really? Try me. Try me! Come on, try me! Fuck out my face! Try me, bitch! Then come on and try me! Get out my fuckin' face, move! What you gonna do?

Oh Tokyo, I never can sleep in your arms Mind keeps on ringing like a fire alarm Me and all these other dice bouncing around in the cup Did you have to show me that accident scene Didn't I get enough shaking up? Still I'm gonna miss you They're getting

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

I would rather to be buried In some cypress grove Six feet in the clay I will drink muddy water I'm gonna sing this song Have a contrary woman Lord, that I can't control And when yo' knee-bones get shaky Honey, and your blood run cold

I'm the hit-n-run lover Run for cover tonight You better get yourself runnin' I got hurricane comin' No warning surprise I'm gonna take my leave I want to plant my seed Don't let it shock you hold tight, hold tight You better run for cover

Round and round Going round and round 'Cause I'm getting dizzy Boy, I need you here with me I'm falling hard for you We're never gonna stop Well your gonna miss me We cant go on this way All I can say we're

Are you gonna play me, though, This song was never meant for the radio And I don't have time for a playlist How much will you pay me though? I get in forget the radio spin, I'm just doing my thing, I never had a playlist in my heart, oho Now I need an A

I was wrong And I admit it My explanations Don't seem to get it And my heart can't take it If you leave me now I'm not gonna make it I'm not gonna make it-no Wait a minute baby

Would it make a difference I'm gonna put on my old blue jeans Gonna walk out of here into the street Would you put up resistance Would you know the real me Me in my old blue jeans And forget everything you know I don't wanna dress up tonight You walk

All I wanna do is get at your love like I see baby Eat at your heart like the drums on my beat baby You and me we gonna travel like a visa And I ain't worried 'bout what I'm spendin' either Yeah once again there's some what's in the pen Sean hear ya boy