[Verse 1]
I have a secret place
Inside my mind
Where I keep hidden inspiration you won't find
And when my petty anger
Goes to my head
You'll find I'm better off dead
Oh, and I don't hold the key
To find out what is killing me
It's been so long but some how I just still care
[Chorus]
I am a Romeo
Am a Romeo
With no place to go
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I think you hate me
Hang up the phone
But take a closer look, this hate I feel is my own
So many times I've loved you more than myself
It's time to take that love and put it on the shelf
Oh, and when I hold you tight
It makes me want to scream and fight
Love turned to hate
Somehow it's just, how it's just, how it's just too late
[Chorus]
I am a Romeo
Am a Romeo
With no place to go
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Pick it up, pick it up
Hey, hey
Pick it up
Hey
Pick it up
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
[Bridge]
Rock the Reggae music 'cause it sounds so fine, right!
When I hold you tight, in my arms you are mine
But in the morning when I wake up and I still feel the same
I know something going on, and I know who's to blame
Every time I tell you I'm the real Romeo
It fills my soul and heart with anger, pain, and sorrow
'Cause something's going on, and I think you should know
So listen to my rhyme, 'cause this is how it goes:
In a tight mini short, in a short mini skirt
It feels so wrong and it feels so right
The more I think about it, you're a pain in the ass
I told you many times, this time it's gonna last
Want the kind of woman who can make me feel right
Not sloppy drunk sex on a Saturday night, 'cause
[Chorus]
I am a Romeo
Am a Romeo
With no place to go
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Pick it up
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Alright!
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 3]
Pull up your honey if you gotta one see
Because you're down with the style, 'cause you're down with me
Oh, rig the selector when you're on the mixer
Along with Peter Metro upon the echo chamber
Two, one, no they must see but no, they can't test me
Two, three of them come and say you can't test me
Because me rock the reggae music in a different style
Me rock the kinda reggae music right on time
Because your down with the band that they call Sublime
Right!
Don't take it too slow, don't take me wrong
Me know which way to go, me, me, me all right
Me rock the reggae music day and all night
[Outro]
Makes you wanna explode
Makes me wanna explode
Makes me wanna explode
Makes you wanna explode
Sometimes it makes you wanna explode
