Don't believe it if it bites your soul

So many been in brightest wars

Darken the riddim with the lightest words

Don't wanna see this for long

Outta every corner could be villains in the night

One ting lead to two, into three into five

Tell 'em what fi do, let me see when it's ripe

I never licked a wound, let it bleed till it's fine

Lead to the blind

Many many roads for deceit to disguise

Carry on ma cross no retreat no retire

Ready with me soul so me sleep in me Nikes

P's and the pies

Regular resorts on the scene it's a hype

But they never tell you more than you need that the lie

She likes

Rovers

Riders

Wickedest of motives

Life

My type, don't you reckon I should call her

She likes

Rovers

Riders

Wickedest of motives

Life

My type, don't you reckon I should call her

Don't you reckon I should call?

Don't you reckon I should call?

One, two, three when you're ready for the one

When you're really in the mood, really wanna go

Run until you meet the one that's ready for your all

With the wickedest one, when the record is done