Romeo

I have a secret place inside my mind Where I keep hidden inspiration you won't find And when my petty anger goes to my head You'll find I'm better off dead Oh, and I don't hold the key To find out what is killing me, it's Been so long but somehow I just still care I am a Romeo Am a Romeo With no place to go Het, het, het, het, het, het, het, het Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Het, het, het, het, het, het, het, het Huh, huh, het, het, het, het, het, het, het, hey Sometimes I think you hate me Hang up the phone But take a closer look, this hate I feel's my own So many times I've loved you More than myself It's time to take that love and put it on the shelf Oh, and when I hold you tight It makes me want to scream and fight Love turned to hate Somehow it's just, how it's just How it's just too late I am a Romeo Am a Romeo With no place to go Het, het, het, het, het, het, het, het Pick it up, pick it up, pick pick, pick it up Het, het, het, het, pick it up, pick it up Het, het, pick it up het, pick it up Het, het, het, het, het, het, hey Rock the reggae music 'cause it sounds so fine (right) When I hold you tight, in my arms you are mine But in the morning when I wake up and I still feel the same I know something's going on and I know who's to blame Every time I tell you I'm the real Romeo It fills my soul and heart with anger, pain, and sorrow 'Cause something's going on and I think you should know So listen to my rhyme 'cause this is how it goes In a tight mini short, in a short mini skirt It feels so wrong and it feels so right The more I think about it you're a pain in the ass I told you many times, this time it's gonna last Want the kind of woman who can make me feel right Not sloppy drunk sex on a Saturday night 'cause I am a Romeo Am a Romeo With no place to go Het, het, het, het, het, het, het, het Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Het, het, het, het, huh, huh, het, het Pick it up, het, het, het, het, het, het Het, het, hey, alright Pull up your arm if you gotta one see Because you're down with the style 'cause you're down with me (right) Oh, rig the selector when you're on the mixer Along with Peter Mitchell upon the echo chamber Two-one, no, they must see but no, they can't test me Two-three, of them a-come and say you can't test me Because me rock the reggae music in a different stylee Me rock the kinda reggae music right on time Because you're down with the band that they call Sublime (right) Don't take it too slow (right) Don't take me wrong Me know which way to go Me, me, me, me alright Me rock the reggae music day and all night Makes you wanna explode Makes me wanna explode Makes me wanna explode Makes you wanna explode Times it makes you wanna explode Hahahahahaha

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