Why you want me come pretend when the world's a cutthroat?
Do my lapses pon the track, have some things a track my back
Me a wonder if a ethics are a something when me lock
Pon de true me head some drama riding on me back
Hear the voices just a say things and a tell me say first start
Do me rounds, on me phone, some things a boil me down
So much pressure pon me, head is like it want fi shift me crown
Been around, killer towns, where no rhyme fi kill a clown
Bobby can me call me home but me deal from Spain