Let me take you far away You'd like a holiday Longing for the sun you will come Exchange the cold days for the sun A good time and fun Exchange your troubles for some love Wherever you are To the island without name Longing for the sun be welcome

So turn me on, turn me on, now Turn your lamps down low, now So we ain't gonna linger no more In a time like this I know the feeling is so hard to resist Soon forward, come turn me on You told me that you soon forward, come turn me on, now Don't you stay

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

And all my tomorrows belong to you As long as I've got arms that cling at all It's you that I'll be clinging to And all the dreams I dream, beg or borrow On some bright tomorrow they'll all come true And all my bright tomorrows belong to you Today I may

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz Theres no we, it seems I can't get free Sombody tell me what's happenin to me The country bud got me chokin I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the

Let me see, let me see, let me see Don't talk about it, be about it What you gon' do to me That you couldn't wait to get me home alone Talk a good game mate, come on Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me She say she wanna take her skirt off Be my guest

Got no self control And I don't mean cigarettes and alcohol 'Cause when it comes to you I can't say no I don't want a taste, I want it all I don't wanna taste, I want it all One little kiss can turn into a thousand One little touch and I'm gone When it

Vogue, vogue, vogue Come on, vogue Strike a pose, there's nothing to it (Move to the music) Strike a pose Don't just stand there Don't, don't, don't just stand there Let your body move to the music You know you can do it

Whoa, whoa. Let this end, Eighteen years pushed to the ledge. It's come to this, A weightless step. (Whoa) Make it stop. I plan to go on living Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled, Then gone forever.

Someone save us Heaven help us now Come crashing down We'll hear the sound As you're falling down Or make a saint of me? And will you lay for me? 'Cause I'll give you all the nails you need (You don't know a thing about my sins)