Harry’s Symphony Joss Stone

[Verse 1]
Now this one is designed for eighteen and over, over
Eighteen and over, over
You must be eighteen and over
Boy, won't you go home?
Go home to your mama, your mama
Go home to your papa, your papa
You're too young to be my lover

[Chorus]
You got to be careful in this time
Know your role and try learn your line
Inna this-a time you cannot move like you're blind
Nobody move 'cause you will get left behind

[Verse 2]
I understand you'd like to smoke my shisha, my shisha
But really, where is your weed at, weed at?
Tell me you're not a joka smoka

[Verse 3]
A friend in need is a friend indeed
But a friend with weed is better
If you wanna get high, bring your own supply
I didn't know you was a joka smoka