Living My Life lyrics

Take a toke from the smoke,
Never standing by the door,
Just stretching out pan de floor,
That way him don't fall over,
No way him gwan fall out pan me,
That way him won't fall over,
No way him gwan fall out pan me.

'Cause he's layed back, not laying back,
Layed back, not worried back,
Layed back, not thinking back,
Layed back, never holding back,
My Jamaican guy, My Jamaican guy.

Colour and warmth came into your world,
It makes me crazy,
When you don't get what you want,
You scream and you shout,
You're still a baby.

Don't give me a line,
Keep the lid on the bottle this time,
I'm still a lady,
I won't do it tonight,
I won't do it tonight,
No way baby,
I won't give in and I won't feel guilty.

Rant and rave to manipulate me,
From the nipple to the bottle,

Cry now, Laugh later.

It's time now to return the favor,
Cry now, laugh laugh later.

I dont know why I'm laughing,
I'm still wet from the rain,
I dont know why I'm laughing,
I'm still spotted from the stain.

I dont know why I'm laughing,
I'm burning from the flame,
I dont know why I'm laughing,
Theres a storm running through my veins.

Cry now, laugh later,
Cry now, laugh later,

I'm hoping to find a new source of information,
I'll step off the line,
I've been searching for some inspiration,
The thing I wrote off as false came true,
Another gift of mine with love from me to you.

Don't be intimidated, I don't want to be the first one,
It's a problem calculated,
I've been searching for some inspiration,
The thing I wrote off as false came true,

The end's not in sight, it's gone way too far,
This could turn out another unwinning war,
It wasn't inherited, certainly not a joke,
So many human hearts, hanging in hope,
Unlimited capacity for love,
Unlimited capacity for love.

The sun comes swaggering across the harbour,
And kisses the lady waiting in the narrows,
She already plenty shaky stands there,
Blushing, clutching the torch of liberty,
Uptown Luigi who dont speak english so good,
Is having an accident,
Backing his dumptruck into the fence,
The tin cans go clattering down the lane,
A drowsy bum thinks its thunder,