Reggae, Medium tempo, relaxed, tropical, sunny, beach, ska, jazzy, groovy, Male vocals, electric guitar, bass, drums, brass, horns
Well I was never one for crying
Momma said son keep on trying
I was never meant for lying
I tell you the truth
I still got things to do
I got things to do
If youre in my way please step off
I never have been one for that fake talk
You got lots of things to do and say
You dont like it just move out of my way
Cause I got things to do
Well people ask me what are you doing
Youre not making money playing that music
Well I got a news flash fuck all the cash
Money comes and goes and I dont care
Cause I got things to do
And as for women I keep on trying
But its hard to commit when you feel like flying
Dont me wrong I got lots of love
But dont plan my life cause then youre out of luck
Cause I got things to do