down the lane The whole church crying while the choir sing. 75 thousand dresses expensive champagne I'm just playing baby This is the year of the lover
froze Posing like a king, I'm rocking New Balances, new silencers Glass table'll choke, twenty four challengers Half of my niggas is slow, but they dough island
solute For the Africaaner midnight express how we do, hold my razors buku Jiggas and figas of coolie faceded shadow boxers Under cover faggot lovers
you on a mad adventure Through an episode that's cold like the winter Check your checklist And see if you can wreck this You thought I was a lover And
Wow... hello, you are looking good, Mayte How was the island, the sun and the sea? Tell me all about it Oo... just too much, Maria It was like a dream
take you all across the island to shore Oh, me never wanna leave you all alone What them other people dem ah not know is how far, Me and my lover will
know it takes two One can have a broken heart Living in misery Two can really ease the pain Like a perfect remedy One can be alone in a bar Like an island
On a starry island On the scented sea sands With my lover morning And they will never know and How you came to me and Kissed me passionately and Said
But I never saw a braver place Belfast And it's sad when they sing, and hollow ears listen Of smoking black roses, on the streets of Belfast And so say your lovers
tip) Heartbreak Suzie playing with my mind (This is what you call a dancehall romance) Heartbreak Suzie don't you waste my time (She have me in a fantasy island
I went to Staten Island To buy myself a mandolin And I saw the long white dress of love On a storefront mannequin Big boat chuggin' back with a belly
rum punch in my hand And my own exotic lover in my native land You're my Jamaica You're where I want to be You're my island when I am being Tossed on
, click done Under an invasion and I feel like I'm a spinning ball in a lottery cage If we aren't making love how can we be lovers? Gonna post a vacancy
smile begins to curl In this or any other summer She is something all together different Never just an ordinary girl And in the evenings on Long island
can get married This is my gift to you, my love is true (Gift to you, love is true) We can get married Hey, who'd have thought my babe was on an island
With the slug leavin' white chalk all on a pitch black rug You couldn't tell me other word to mother When I was fifteen runnin' around I was the real street lover
We sailed in a fishing-boat Between these two shores The Island of Lovers And the Island of Whores You at the helm getting Soaked to the skin Taking
Islands are mountain-tops It's always a struggle To let somebody go It's a natural desire To own your lover, I know And you can screw a man down Until