(Original song by Bob Marley) Simmer down, my head is too hot so Simmer down, he's gonna get dropped so Simmer down, man, here's what I say Simmer down, now I've got to got to simmer down. A long time ago we used to be friends. Picked my bones in my pockets that's where it ends so Simmer down, control my temper Simmer down, the battle will be hotter Simmer down, ok here's what I say Simmer down, oh, I'm leavin' in a day Simmer down, here's what I say Simmer down, oh, I'm leavin' in a day Simmer down, okay here's what I'm sayin' Simmer down, it's got to be this way Where's the love? Where is the loyalty? We did our part now where is the love? Simmer down, control my temper Simmer down, the battle will be hotter Simmer down, it's hard 'cause it hurts so, Simmer down, kick me off Simmer down, but the pain still exists Simmer down, and hey I'm sure he'll be missed Simmer down, it'll make us stronger Simmer down, and we'll live alot longer so Simmer down, what goes around Simmer down, will come around Simmer down, I know I've got to simmer down Simmer down, I'm tryin' to simmer down Simmer down, I've got to got to Simmer Down ohh Simmer Down, it's hard 'cause it hurts Simmer Down

When he left, he showed up at my door Different than he was before I was scared, and he was way off track I thought he wasn't coming back He told me, people were out after him And talked of places that he'd never been On a mission, and sworn to secrecy Different than he used to be Back, back, and we're glad he's back (On track) It's good to have him back, he's back Back, back, and we're glad he's back (On track) It's good to have him back, he's back When he was gone, he slept out on my couch In the daytime he was always out I never knew where he went Or how his afternoons were spent, he said He had to slay a dragon Kill a giant and fix a wagon Wage a war, feed the world, and stamp out sin In the daytime he was never in Back, back, and we're glad he's back (On track) It's good to have him back, he's back Back, back, and we're glad he's back (On track) It's good to have him back, he's back I'm a freight train, baby, don't give me no sidetrack (Nào I want your main line, baby Climb aboard the Eden (Express) This train is coming through This train is bound for glory This train, this train is coming through This train is bound for glory When he left, he showed up at my door Different than he was before I was scared, and he was way off track I thought he wasn't coming back When he spoke it was tough to tell He ever left or wasn't well Lost his balance Tripped and fell He came back and we were glad as hell When he came back, he showed up at my door Different than he was before I was geared 'cause he was back on track It's good to have my old friend back Back, back, and we're glad he's back (On track) It's good to have him back, he's back Back, back, and we're glad he's back (On track) It's good to have him back, he's back

Ruby red jewelry, she looking like she bloody, It's just me, irene and mary, cruisin listening to Cudi. And it's funny, 'cause the dashboard lit up, Cop pulled us over, baby, you should sit up. And I'm sick of all these rappers, talking stupid shit, stupid shit, Make 'em pay attention so you can google it, google it. Me and Alexander had a plan to make the world shake, What you'd call that? Earthquake. Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year. Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year. Album of the year. album of the year, album of the year, album of the year. Welcome to the world of no shame, the clubs are all lame, A couple skinny bitches and drugs with no name. The universe made us, these niggas hate us, Argue bout favorites, too busy to make it, Too busy, I'm aiming, who's coming, I'm waiting Salvador Dali hardly as amazing Flow covers the truth, the show covers the booth My religion's universal, heard a lot of blues. Made a promise to my uncle, you gon get the car you wanted, You should probably ghost write, you don't make that shit look haunted Shout to moses for the vibe, alah for the verses, A christian and a muslim make a motherfucker perfect. Ruby red jewelry, she looking like she bloody, It's just me, irene and mary, cruisin listening to Cudi. And it's funny, 'cause the dashboard lit up, Cop pulled us over, baby, you should sit up. And I'm sick of all these rappers, talking stupid shit, stupid shit, Make 'em pay attention so you can google it, google it. Me and Alexander had a plan to make the world shake, What you'd call that? Earthquake. Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year. Bow down to some kings, everybody rap now, niggas, don't think But what you call this shit, this shit here, top ten play, maybe album of the year. Album of the year. album of the year, album of the year, album of the year.

Waking up and I'm leaning, always up to no good, But my better half got some juice, being a king in my blood. All my niggas say hey, hey, yo look, tha's what's-his-face with your girl. I'm like who, what, where, when, how? Why that nigga? Well, get whooped. Not a fuck to give, not one, nigga. Run, I got no gun But I will get physical, real pitiful, high-fives on the po-poe's interviews. Like shit, I kicked this ass, hit the dash, rip it fast, club hopping, Christmas shopping, Popping sannies in a coffin. Well coffin, not belong and I emptied up my fucking funs, For the day I switched to kids just for giggles, ha, ha, shit. What a gun got caught back, run that, don't fuck with a nigga when he wake up, I'm my own damn cop like Jacob, fuck this food, I hate my waiter. But I made a sweet as long, hate this song, hit this bong, Getting ripped and open up, take a bit of this and fuck your drugs, But I made us wait this long, hate this song, hit this bong, Getting ripped and open up, take a bit of this and fuck your drugs. Dinner on a movie set, fucking in your trailer, You got trippy off these fucking drugs, guess I'll be your savior. You should feed me when you need me, baby, food for thought, It's the last time you gonna use me, I get used a lot Dinner on a movie set, fucking in your trailer, You got trippy off these fucking drugs, guess I'll be your savior. You should feed me when you need me, baby, food for thought, It's the last time you gonna use me, I get used a lot. Man, I swear sometimes I feel like I'm just crazy rapping, foolish talking nonsense up my ass And no one pressure me to do it. I was told to pay attention, freestyle and chase the money, Well, that combo doesn't matter when you're up and always raining. I had dreams of talking shit, whipping ass with twenty dollars, If it means I coexist with shitty deals and plenty office, If this office is in John Carter's, I don't think it matters, 'Cause I step into the building like I own it, why you laughing? I was gasing up my fuel, the coolest kids don't play my shit, boy, And Mikey rocks this cop to lose it up, will come up, good boy. 'Cause niggas out in Paris don't go turkey when they hit us, A thanks for giving hope to everything that we believe in, I just seen enough in Edinburgh, who met a fucking goddess, If you're honest you know as long is out Jesus fucking started. And if Moses parted seas I believe he needs a holyday, So fuck Santa Clause, food for thought, eat your heart away. Then, there, on the movie set, fucking in your trailer, You got trippy out these fucking drugs, guess I'll be your savior. You should feed me when you need me, baby, food for thought, It's the last time you gonna use me, I got used a lot. Then, there, on the movie set, fucking in your trailer, You got trippy out these fucking drugs, guess I'll be your savior. You should feed me when you need me, baby, food for thought, It's the last time you gonna use me, I got used a lot.