| Elevate your fault can, hold it for a second
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| Take another big drop, till u feel di real hot:
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| Goes to your head and tears you shed
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| Some sips a burn
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| Feel a pang in my middle
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| Red flash when flash a bleed and
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| Rich fruit when it forbidden
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| Like tempest now she leadin'
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| Thoughts thicken like a little fog
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| She flash and blink in di middle mob
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| Round belly like di ripple globe
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| Here comes again dat little stab
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| With a little stock of a little pod
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| I’ve got to cling to my little hope
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| Although it nuh givin' mi a single hold
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| Come on, come on don’t beetle off…
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| Di tree a big mi a little axe
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| Has got mi beating to di max
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| Come on pull it down
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| Come on don’t give up
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| For she gwaan guide you on…
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| Nose out some sibilant sound
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| Nose out coming in with her song
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| Nose out seh she a get in close
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| Sparkle just like a soap bubble
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| Thick fog and mi feel so silly
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| 'ca mi boil like tea inna billy
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| Her teeth dem white like lilies
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| Some things just come willy-nilly
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| Prop of knees slide down, down, down
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| Tension build till di bone, bone, bones
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| Bass pon a lower tone, tone, tone
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| Troublesome seem gone, gone, gone
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| Dj ask a triple wheel
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| Everyone do di windmill
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| Run on and over till mi get sober
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| And confess all di things mi feel
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| Lights jugglering: dat a true
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| Locks rumpling: dat a true
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| Well she’s compelling: dat a true
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| Give me di willies: dat a true
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| Mi research and her mi spot
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| Take another sip of dat
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| Sondbwoy dem put Supercat…
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| (Uh, hear wha di man say!)
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| Tension dozes off, degree by degree
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| Now mi believe in a thing
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| Mi coulda never believe
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| Now mi believe seh mi coulda
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| Mek yuh wiggle and trill
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| Now mi could glut your appetite like a triple meal
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| Dis flash a nearly all weh mi recall
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| Lazily lily now mi move on
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| But when mi get back
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| Deh deh back to her, back
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| Deh deh back inna di track
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| Me a easily go overcome! |