Remind me, remind me YeahYeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

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 yeahyeah Just because you are rasta You evade all company When you check them in the new spying glass

Remind me, remind me YeahYeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Remind me, remind me YeahYeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Remind me, remind me YeahYeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Remind me, remind me YeahYeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Some people really Some people really are (O-o-o-o-one two one two Some dreams stay dreams some dreams come true) Some people (Yeah) Some people Still dreaming (And as the sun sets and the night falls) They are still dreaming (and them hoes call)

It's a good life YeahYeah we all have had those dreams Of the sun, and the sea and an island Where you switch off It's a good life for me Too much information People drowning in receipts Some days you wanna just chuck it all Try your luck and hit the streets

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

You won't be able to bring me down YeahYeah, I like it And I like it And dance like the song is never ending Gonna get so high tonight 'Cause I like it Some people think I'm crazy But try to understand