Skankin' sweet Forget your troubles and rock with me You nuh feel how reggae music sweet, yeah-e-yeah Everybody wanna feel irie I'm gonna be skankin' Skankin', groovin', hallelujah Skankin', groovin, help me Jah Jah Skankin', groovin', under pressure

I wake up in the mornin' and I'm all alone First you say you love me then you say you don’t Tell me that you're with it then you say you won't Can you make your mind up? Please, I'm losin' my patience You know I'm losin' my patience, yeah Oh I hate that

Rock and roll band, everybody's waitin' Getting' crazy, anticipatin' Love and music, play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, we were just another band out of Boston On the road and tryin' to make ends meet Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our

Hell Yeah, What do we do? Can you hear us screaming up above? A little hating in the morning time a little hating come around noon Ain't no remorse, All that you think Ain't no regret,

Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance To win the retreat, we all in too deep She's in love with who I am I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I

(Gimme all of your lovin') Every little bit (gimme all that you got) Every bit of it (every bit of your lovin') Oh, c'mon live a bit (never want it to stop) You got it, but are you gettin' it? Hey, but are you gettin' it? Yeah, but are you gettin' it?

Yeah we love one another One blood for all One blood for the face of the earth One time ? in life These are the feelings you have ? God is majesty Open your ears and open your heart And listen to these words from the universe ? God is the respecter of no

Everything's corrupt Everything's fucked up Everything's bout a buck, we shit outta luck Blood used to be thicker than water Now it depends on what kinda water you talkin' about Niggas'll kill they momma over that almighty dollar Yeah, you know me, Super

Shawty, shawty She throwing her hair She working them jeans She talking that talk just li, li, like I like it She keep it on and poppin' Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking Shawty keep it on and poppin' Oh, oh, oh yeah The way you wearing that top got

'Cause we go way back Some things don't ever change Yeah, you and me Like Prince and Marvin Gaye Like South side on Sunday James Brown and Michael J Like them high school parties We go way back Don't you ever think