147 4th St.-Fourplay

You're sure you want to be with me, I've nothing to give Won’t lie and say this lovin's best Don't leave us in emotional peace Take a walk, taste the rest, no take a rest I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood you’re crazy but you’re lazy No need to live in a lean-to your troubles must be seen to seen to Money like it's paper with faces I remember, I drink on a daily basis Though it seldom cools my temper it never cools my temper Walking through the suburbs though not exactly lovers You’re a couple, especially when your body’s doubled Duplicate and then you wait for the next Kuwait Karmacoma, Jamaica aroma Karmacoma, Jamaica aroma Karmacoma, Jamaica aroma Karmacoma, Jamaica aroma You're sure you want to be with me I've nothing to give Then take a walk, take a rest, taste the rest You're sure you want to be with me I've nothing to give Then take a walk, take a rest, taste the rest I take a walk, take a rest, a taste the rest Don't want to be on top of your list, monopoly and properly kissed We overcome in sixty seconds with the strength we have to together But for now, emotional ties they stay severed When there’s trust there’ll be treats and when we funk we'll hear beats Karmacoma, Jamaica aroma Karmacoma, Jamaica aroma Karmacoma, Jamaica aroma Karmacoma, Jamaica aroma Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate I must be crazy, see I'm swazy Digging a hole in your neighborhood You're crazy but you're lazy, must be lazy Don't wanna be on top of your list, monopoly and properly kissed Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate, my baby Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate I must be crazy, you must be lazy Karmacoma, what? Jamaica aroma Karmacoma, what? Jamaica aroma Karmacoma, what? Jamaica aroma Karmacoma, what? Jamaica aroma