Dem call mi di ravin king Touch a Smudge gyal a, show mi love And a tell mi mi sweet like fudge Gal dem a wine pon me, yeah A wi hav the style weh dem love Dem watch wi like MTV Him seh party shot, like one M-16 Him seh party shot, like one STD Him seh

Hey hey hey Hey hey yeah Yeah when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog Yeah when you lay me out Feeling so tired, can't understand it Just had a fortnight's sleep I'm feeling so tired, I'm so distracted Ain't touched a thing all week

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

But all he ever wanted was her touch But all he ever knew was all that much Of gold like the blue door You lost your way Blew in from the storm He'd been riding for days Came home to find his lover In another man's gaze Now, some kill for whiskey

Then just walk away But we had yesterday If I've got to be strong Don't you know I need to have tonight when you're gone? Touch me in the morning We don't have tomorrow Wasn't it me who said that Nothing good's gonna last forever?

And sometimes when we touch The honesty's too much And I have to close my eyes and hide Till we both break down and cry I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides I want to hold you till I die You ask me if I love you And I choke on my reply I'd

I'm looking for my lover. Someone I can call my, Dream and like a brother. Also treats me like a best friend. He ain't got another, cause I'm the only one for him. Feels like magic when we're holding hands. He touch my heart.

Ooh, gold, woah When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold (Ooh, gold, woah Ooh, gold, woah) (Who can you trust) First comes the blessing of all that

Shawty wanna' thug, bottles in the club Shawty wanna' hump, you know I'd like to touch ya lovely lady lumps C-Call me, s-so I can get it juicy for ya Call me, so I can make it juicy for ya C-Call me, s-so I can make it juicy for ya Ow, uh huh no homo

We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter One last time for us to go higher Anyway, lil' nigga don't test the kid Even Maury Povich couldn't test the kid Even R. Kelly couldn't touch the kid And even with all your bars you couldn't