I'd rather kiss the walls. Than have to say I'm sorry. Even when I'm right, I'm wrong. Don't deny. . You left while I was sleeping. You put out my lively creeping.
Hold on, oh yeah, hold on. . Now back in the days, hangin' out with the boys. The ghetto youths be willin', pulling out gat's for toys. Idrin be running wild, Dreadlocks be juggling.
Transcribed by: azzdem & wilderness girl. . We love it many people love it. A reason why them love it so is because me sing. Reggae music tonight. . Chorus.