| A listen, man tan, yeah
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| A so the whole a dem tan
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| Better we 'low dem
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| And mek dem galang
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| Saturday night was our anniversary
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| So I made something special for my man and me
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| Go outa my way do everything right
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| From the champagne chilling to the dim light
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| Put on some music, turned it way down low
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| Lovey, dovey softies fi get the right flow
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| Lay out mi negligee weh have the red glow
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| And after all a that the wretch never show
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| 10 O’Clock me seh it a get late an'
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| 11 O’Clock me a contemplate an'
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| Seh me nah go get vex me still awaitin'
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| Nuh watch the lateness 'cause we a Jamaican
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| 12 O’Clock when me nuh see him, me start see red
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| 1 O’Clock anger turned into panic instead
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| Me start wonder if them rob him, put a cap inna him head
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| And feel guilty how me vex when the man probably dead
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| So me pick up my phone and start call up me friends
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| Jump inna me car and go circle some ends
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| Come back inna di house and start bawl pon di floor when 'bup'
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| Me hear a key inna di door guess who?
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| Stepping in at a quarter to three
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| Talk up, what’s your story?
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| Wha coulda be more important than me
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| Talk up, what’s your story?
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| You coulda deal, me a go disturb the peace
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| Talk up, what’s your story?
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| Somebody please run go call the police
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| Talk up, what’s your story?
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| C’mon now, c’mon now
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| Wha yuh haffi seh to me
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| C’mon now, c’mon now
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| Yeah
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| Him step inna the house a grin him 32 teeth
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| With some spur o' the moment flowers him pick up outa street
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| Acting like him don’t know something wrong
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| Somebody please sing him the first verse a di song
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| Bout yuh stop dung a Juicy dem shop
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| Well 1:30 when me pass Juicy did lock
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| Oh, yuh lef rounda Juicy and go dung a Burro
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| Well me did check desso too and dem neva see yuh
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| 'But yuh stop dung a the market play 2 hand a poker
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| Somebody please come rescue this joker
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| Ketch himself a fire, heng himself wid dem rope ya
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| Call the fire brigade fi come clear up dem smoke ya
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| There’s something about man weh me can’t understand
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| Always a wedge himself inna some tight likkle jam
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| Never taking the details into consideration
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| And always a underestimate dem woman
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| A walkin' inna di house wid some half-baked plan
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| And some very familiar lies weh yuh pick up outa song
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| Um, honey please, yuh fegat
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| Seh a me buy yuh di Beres Hammond collection?
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| Yuh better come out go look a next gal fi con
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| Stepping in at a quarter to three
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| Talk up, what’s your story?
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| What coulda be more important than me?
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| Talk up, what’s your story?
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| You coulda deal, me a go disturb the peace
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| Talk up, what’s your story?
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| Somebody please run go call the police
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| Talk up, what’s your story?
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| C’mon now, c’mon now
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| Talk up what’s your story
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| C’mon now, c’mon now
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| Yeah, hear me now
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| Stepping in at a quarter to three
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| Talk up, what’s your story?
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| What coulda be more important than me?
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| Talk up, what’s your story?
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| You coulda deal, me a go disturb the peace
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| Talk up, what’s your story?
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| Somebody please run go call the police
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| Talk up, what’s your story?
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| C’mon now, c’mon now
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| Talk up what’s your story
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| C’mon now, c’mon now
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| Yeah, hear me now |