Looking for fun Midnight to six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands sound systems And if they've got anything to say

One time son you know we be the illest in this Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin to move back The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom Easily overthrowin niggas, rollin over niggas Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin Vague memory of

6LACK, yeah Curiosity been at a all-time high in the tree tops I remix your life like cut cocaine, it's all re-wrap Ain't been wanting much lately, no, 'cause you my detox Repeat, run it back, one more time, 'til we hit the sweet spot Bet if we made love

And you just keep on taking me back 'Cause I'm no good to you And you just keep on taking 'Cause I ain't been the best that I coulda been I ain't do the shit that I shoulda did But every time I come crawling on my knees You're there And I don't know why

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

If you think it's over, better think again There'll be no compromise Time to hit the power, feel adrenaline Move into overdrive Here comes the revolution Time for retribution If you think I'll back down or accept defeat Brace for the aftershock

Remember me to Roxy Anne You know she's still lovely The last time you saw me That you only saw the back of my head Southern Pacific Tell her I was on the move Red, white and blue Where are we running to? Over the wide plains

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should of slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

Put this shit back in motion Mmm, hmmm, mmm Now's the time to just clear the air Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only We been ashin' our roaches Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up) Rollin' one and mow, now we fired up Now we both