If you break me I do not stop working
If you touch me I may be snared
If you lose me nothing will mater
What am I, riddle me that

Hidden in the sky behind the clouds
I leave a sour taste in your mouth
The conversation makes your eyes speak loud
The way it rains I wish there was a drought
Oh, what am I, riddle me that
Oh, what am I, riddle me that

Sugar on the lime your sweet flavor is scalding
Brothers to the snow keep my reign slow and falling
Mutant in the land they experiment with you
Give you millions but all yet still they hate you
And we drawing pictures in the sand, but the messages never stay
And we telling stories of the land, but they wanna shun our face
Seeping through the crooked lies, and from the times it will make us wait
I can see the vegetation of the plants of yesterway

Hidden in the sky behind the clouds
I leave a sour taste in your mouth
The conversation makes your eyes speak loud
The way it rain's I wish there was a drought
Oh, what am I, riddle me that
Oh, what am I, riddle me that

You can have me but you cannot hold me
Gain me and then quickly lose me
If treated with care I can be great and
If ever betrayed I will break
Oh, what am I, riddle me that
Oh, oh, what am I, riddle me that

What am I, what am I
What am I, what am I
You can riddle me (yeaaaahhh)
You can riddle me

You try to play me you a fool
Riddle me this who's the leader of the cool
Those were wise words that were said by a Rastafarian
Grey haired dreads pulled up in a Delorean
He said listen to me now son
I'ma ask a question then I'm off into the sun
You answer this here now you'll have the secret to life
Why does everything that's wrong make you feel so right
Why does everything that's wrong make you feel so right
Why does everything that's wrong make you feel so right