Sittin' by de ocean Me heart, she feel so sad... Sittin' by de ocean Me heart, she feel so sad... You don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad Fine calypso woman She cook me shrimp and rice... Fine calypso woman She cook me shrimp and rice... Those Yankee hot dogs Don't treat me stomach very nice In Trinidad, one dollar buy Papaya juice, banana pie Six coconut, one female goat An' plenty fish to fill de boat One bushel bread, one barrel wine And all de town, she come to dine But here is bad, one dollar buy Cup of coffee, ham on rye Me throat she sick from necktie Me feet hurt from shoes Me pocket full of empty I got Calypso blues These yankee girl give me big scare Is black de root, is blonde de hair Her eyelash false, her face is paint And perhaps not de girl she ain't! She jitterbug when she should waltz I even think her name is false But Calypso girl is good a lot Is what you see, is what she got Sittin' by de ocean You heart, she feel so sad... You don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad... Sittin' by de ocean You heart, she feel so sad... Because you don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad...

What could I be If I sell all my soul What if I fall before I get to my throne What if I freeze and I never unfroze What if I'm lost and I never find home What if I run but I never get gold Shooting my shot but I didn't reload So many bumps on the road to my crown But I'm never gon' fold Until I find it, ye Enemies wishing, ye I could be silent, ye All of these voices stuck in my head They tell me I'm traumatized Too many memories Of my old friends I wish they were all alive Get it whatever the cost I won't do it for myself but I'll do it for all of the souls that I lost I will not let all they memories fade away I will not leave it to god I will not settle or fall 'till They see my name at the top, ye Stay up all night for more My faults sweat out my pores Too many open doors I can't choose one for sure Stay up all night for more This is my only cure Too many open doors Keep swerving off of course This city ain't giving us nothing And we don't got nowhere to run But we better go Cause I don't wan' stay in the mud To see everybody I love Becoming a ghost So meet me outside of the club And we could break out of of these cuffs And run to the coast Cause I don't wan' stay in the mud No I don't wan' sink in the mud I'm leaving with or without you Waiting isn't an option Wasted all this time for no reason But if you change your mind I could fly you out here I wanna see you do what you always wanted to I'll keep a bed at the spot for you Lemme know 'Lotta bad girls in L.A. wanna take me from you Old news None of them know how to shake to the rhythm like you Cold truth I don't wanna play no games with ya And I don't know how I'd long I could wait for ya Cause I'm running out time and I'd hate to be a fool Rooftop getting faded Word to my trauma Too many faces I never saw and Too many pages I didn't bother read And I never meant to Give in to drama Too many fakes They hide undercover Industry made me Into a monster What could I be If I sell all my soul What if I fall before I get to my throne What if I freeze and I never unfroze What if I'm lost and I never find home What if I run but I never get gold Shooting my shot but I didn't reload So many bumps on the road to my crown But I'm never gon' fold Hit me up Help me distract my jaded thoughts If I gotta work I'd take it off Let them all hate while we're breaking all the rules Come through Help me refresh my faded thoughts Wanna see you flaunt and take it off When I get the bag Ima waste it all on you Stay up all night for more My faults sweat out my pores Too many open doors I can't choose one for sure Stay up all night for more This is my only cure Too many open doors Keep swerving off of course And I had the patients I gave my heart and waited so long I found away And I prayed to god And never gave up And now I can taste it I feel it on the tip of my tongue Now look what I've done Look what I've become