We can send this bitch up, it can't go down Memories don't live like people do They always 'member you Whether things are good or bad It's just the memories that you have Reliving the past Rock star bitch call me Elvis M.O.B, she call me selfish

Even when they set their traps they just can't stop me now People will say this and that they just can't stop me now Even when they set up road blocks they just can't stop me now 'Cause I'm so solid as a rock they just can't stop me now Oh ah oh ah yay!

You know I'm always good for a good time I'm up for just about anything as long as it's almost legal I can fit in with any old crowd, long as there's a party, they're my kind of people So if you're down with painting the town, I'll be around all night I

You live in the city You move to the country You live in the hills You stay by yourself You evade all wickedness Still some people they brand you yeah Just because you are rasta You evade all company When you check them in the new spying glass

They lurks in the corners Purge fi pass Zion Gate Just organize and centralize my people Because Babylon have... Instilled malicious and grudged upon my people,yuh know Yuh see the dutty lifestyle...the Rastaman ah bu'n it!!! There's nothing in them

All around the world people want to be loved All around the world, they’re no different than us All around the world Baby what you doing? Where you at, where you at? Why you working so shy? Holdin' back, holdin' back We're not the only ones doing it like

Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face Don't mind people grinnin' in your face You just bear this in mind, a true friend is hard to find You know your mother would talk about you Your own sisters and your brothers too They just don't care how you're

Make some good ol' love Ho na na na People, people Have you heard the good news There's people, people They're running just like you Today I say It's all that matters for now For you, and I

I've said this before no matter how hard I try. I can't stop being bored while this world passes by. A resignation for me. These people, they just have no meaning. We've lost it all in hopeless dreaming. Well I've just lost my grip! Paint it black and

Oh the little man Now the court square's just a set of streets That the people go round but they seldom think Bout the little man that built this town Before the big money shut em down And killed the little man The little man There goes the little man I