High - Tommy Lee Sparta

Tun-tun-tun off every light

Tun off every light

Tun-tun-tun off every light

Because the looting a bar

Me vex how me drunk, you see, star

Every gyal have a feel, have a vibe

Selector build a vibes, me fucking high tonight

Mhmmm…

Gyal dem a bruk out

Do whatever a your style

High…

Me see gyal inna every direction

Every race, colour and complexion

Me no decide a which one

Cah me no know which one a the best one

Gyal, your waist small like a I-Phone

Me waan mek you scream 'pon a high tone

Mhmmm…

Put your lips 'pon me microphone

Lock your two eye dem and sing like a Ackra-song

Tun off every light, me fucking high tonight

Mhmmm…

Sexing señorita, what a pretty sight

High…

Hice it up inna the air, face inna the sheet

C*ck inna the stomach that’s the belly a the beast

Lasss ta stut- stut-stut stutter speech

Beat up her cheeks until the pussy tweef

Gyal me know waan mek you turn on

A true me touch you pussy like a switch, mek you turn on

Gyal, come over, no 'fraid a me cobra

Just bend over fi the Spartan soldier

Selector build a vibes, me fucking high tonight

Mhmmm…

Gyal dem a bruk out

Do whatever a your style

Bomboclaat

Me see gyal inna every direction

Every race, colour and complexion

Me no decide a which one

Cah me no know which one a the best one

Gyal, your waist small like a I-Phone

Me waan mek you scream 'pon a high tone

Mhmmm…

Put your lips 'pon me microphone

Lock your two eye dem and sing like a Ackra-song

Tun off every light, me fucking high tonight

Mhmmm…

Sexing señorita, what a pretty sight

High…

Tun off every light

Tun-tun-tun off every light

Tun off every light

Tun-tun-tun off every light

Tun off every light

Tun-tun-tun-tun off every light

Tun off every light

Tun-tun-tun off every light