Stylin'

Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
And okay

Well, I don't think we can find our way back
After all of the things that you did
Now all the pleading in the world, inna go change that
Some things are just too hard to forgive

All of my friends, they used to warn me about you
But I couldn't see a thing past your smile
And now the past is coming right back to haunt you
I hope you like it when the bills start to pile

Too much stylin' can't pop no style on I, girl
Young girl, you full a too much stylin' (can't pop no style on I)
I say you full a too much stylin' (can't pop no style on I)
And now my love for you is spoiling (can't pop no style on I)

How many times we've had the same conversation?
Why you always find a reason to lie?
And girl, it seems you need some deep meditation
Might sound simple, but it's still worth a try

Some of the times me haffi wonder if you crazy
When I think of all the tricks that you pull
And now you're claiming that you wanna be my lady
But di quart pan full cah yuh full a

Too much stylin' can't pop no style on I, girl
Young girl, you full a too much stylin' (can't pop no style on I)
Wah mek yuh full a so much stylin'? (Can't pop no style on I, girl)
And now my love for you is spoiling
(Can't pop no style on Ie) I said my love for you is spoiling

See my pants length could've pay your two month rent
And you could've work under my employment
For if I was to take you away from all that you claim
Hold you down, then what would you say? (You say)
You'd probably complain just the same
'Cause it's always about you and your own way

And do you think that life is about you open up your mouth
'Cause a smile get you more than a shout?
Must be all these guys in your past a carry you got lost
Go a school, but you can't teach class

Cah yuh full a too much stylin' (can't pop no style on I, girl)
Young girl, you full a too much stylin' (can't pop no style on I)
I say you full a too much stylin' (can't pop no style on I, girl)
And now my love for you is
(Can't pop no style on I) I said my love for you is spoiling

Can't, can't, can't pop no style on-
Can't, can't, can't pop no style me
Can't, can't, can't pop no style on-
Can't, can't, can't pop no style on me



Credits
Writer(s): Horace Michael Swaby, Hugh Christopher Mundell, Oje Ken Ollivierre, Phillip Nathaniel James
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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