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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