Lyrics Picture This - Vybz Cartel

Timeless, (Time)
See me are say up to the time
Still you nah know baby
I just got to say close yuh eyes
And imagine that, you are with me
On a long island of paradise
And I just close my eyes to
And imagine that I'm somewhere with you
On the U.S Virgin Islands, (Right Away)
Baby, Baby Aye
Picture me and you, you and me
K.I.S.S.I.N.G, then
Picture me and you, under the tree
F.U.C.K.I.N.G, Aye
All mun fi bow, dem wicky Di, Nor
S.U.C.K.I.N.G, Gal
You are mi Q.U.E.E.N, So Mi
I your K.I.N.G
The first time buddy go inna her
Me wake up to, "Good morning, sir
Here is your breakfast, what you prefer?"
Me say, "Stop! Baby remain as you were"
Me no eat in a bed that won't occur
Becah me no gummy bear, nar kissyfur
But I like the way you shake it right thur
So turn it back-way let me get fi enter the center
Picture me and you, you and me
K.I.S.S.I.N.G, then
Picture me and you, under the tree
F.U.C.K.I.N.G, Aye
All mun fi bow, dem wicky Di, Nor
S.U.C.K.I.N.G, Gal
You are mi Q.U.E.E.N, So Mi
I your K.I.N.G, Baby
Quint it, let me sink it
If you pretty like Ashanti
Me murder inc. it, pussy print it
Me no nyam Shirley biscuit
Which butter kiss, never will, never kissed it
Under house arrest modeless and frisk it
This kick, hurt up your belly like Nesquick
Me no chocolate, badman tongue no fork-lift
You no fi ask if God blessed me with a ras-lift
Ha Ha
Picture me and you, you and me
K.I.S.S.I.N.G, then
Picture me and you, under the tree
F.U.C.K.I.N.G, Aye
All mun fi bow, dem wicky Di, Nor
S.U.C.K.I.N.G, Gal
You are mi Q.U.E.E.N, So Mi
I your K.I.N.G,
The first time buddy go inna her
Me wake up to, "Good morning, sir
Here is your breakfast, what you prefer?"
Me say, "Stop! Baby remain as you were"
Me no eat in a bed that won't occur
Becah me no gummy bear, nar kissyfur
But I like the way you shake it right thur
So turn it back-way let me get fi enter the center
Picture me and you, you and me
K.I.S.S.I.N.G, then
Picture me and you, under the tree
F.U.C.K.I.N.G, Aye
All mun fi bow, dem wicky Di, Nor
S.U.C.K.I.N.G, Gal
You are mi Q.U.E.E.N, So Mi
I your K.I.N.G, Baby
Quint it, let me sink it
If you pretty like Ashanti
Me murder inc. it, pussy print it
Me no nyam Shirley biscuit
Which butter kiss, never will, never kissed it
Under house arrest modeless and frisk it
This kick, hurt up your belly like Nesquick
Me no chocolate, badman tongue no fork-lift
You no fi ask if God blessed me with a ras-lift
Ha Ha
Picture me and you, you and me
K.I.S.S.I.N.G, then
Picture me and you, under the tree
F.U.C.K.I.N.G, Aye
All mun fi bow, dem wicky Di, Nor
S.U.C.K.I.N.G, Gal
You are mi Q.U.E.E.N, So Mi
I your K.I.N.G