Fake the Aroma

You sure you wanna be with me, I've nothin' to give
Don't lie and say this lovin's best
Don't leave us in emotional place
Take a walk, take a rest, now take a rest

I've seen ya diggin' a hole in ya neighborhood
You're crazy, but you're lazy
No need to live in a lean-to
Your troubles must be see-through

To see through money like it's paper
With faces, I remember
I drink on a daily basis, though it seldom calms my temper
Ya leave me in peace, ya leave me in pieces

I'm walkin' through the suburbs
We're not exactly lovers
You're a couple specially
And when your body's double
Duplicate, and then you wait for the next Kuwait

So karmacoma, Jamaica an' Roma
Karmacoma, Jamaica an' Roma
Karmacoma, Jamaica an' Roma
Karmacoma, Jamaica an' Roma

Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate?
I must be crazy you see I'm Swayze
You're diggin' a hole in ya neighborhood
You're crazy, but you're lazy, must be lazy
I seen ya

The fire that rises in me
The daisy dwindle, dwindle
The steppin' like a jungle in decline
My time has been so wasteful
I never fight time

Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate?
My baby
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate?
I must be crazy, I know you're lazy

So karmacoma Jamaica an' Roma
Karmacoma, Jamaica an' Roma
Karmacoma, Jamaica an' Roma
Karmacoma, Jamaica an' Roma

What? Jamaica an' Roma
Karmacoma what? Jamaica an' Roma
Karmacoma what? Jamaica an' Roma
Karmacoma what? Jamaica an' Roma



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Del Naja, Andrew Lee Isaac Vowles, Tim Norfolk, Adrian Nicholas Matthew Thaws, Robert Milton Locke, Grantley Marshall
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