Nothing can touch me, can touch me, can touch me
Nothing can touch me, can touch me, can touch me
I'm losing my consciousness on Gucci Mountain
I told you
Nothing can reach me, can reach me, can reach me
Nothing can reach me, can reach me, can reach me
Truly it blew off the coast of Casanova
The principles of leisure, the tyranny of pleasure
Jamaica, Jamaica, don't jinx me, Jamaica
Don't stop me now
Truly it blew off the coast of Casanova
The principles of leisure, the tyranny of pleasure
Jamaica, Jamaica, don't jinx me, Jamaica
Don't stop me now
Oh, outside rain, come whatever path
And move it around
Oh, outside rain, come whatever path
And move it around
Oh, rain, come lurking down.

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