Damian Marley - Halfway Tree lyrics

Okay, remember to breathe
And one and two and three
And bounce and bounce
And bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce

It's like keeping a stage show and
Want the place fi done wha you do
Call my management that walk wid 50 gun
Wha mi do
Nah goin' go pon stage until me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr gong what a hefty sum
Youngest veteran intercept di run
Artist a carry feelings and tears a run
Say you know, say a just true
Him a Bob Marley son
How him get a Swizz Beatz and
You nuh get me none
Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of
High grade sess mi bun


Wha mi sing strictly only high
Grade princess mi bun
Politician well love push up dem chest mi bun
Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun
Now mi come fi bun down all material object
Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck
Me bun a fire pon di man
Weh love bitch and fret
And want every little detail intricate

Well, dem just can't believe
Or dem won't accept
Jr gong and Swizz Beatz, fassy don't forget
Well, is it just me or is it hot to death
It's the Halfway Tree CD and cassette
DJ race a run on your mark, get set
And watch everybody run to the record outlet
Tell me who CD do you think they get
The one closest to the Bob Marley box set

And boom and anyhow you nuh feel me yet
Well, chances are you might soon go def
Me have a clip fully loaded and one select
Fi any bwoy weh nuh want
Show the Gong respect
All me shirt and shoes and pants me bet
Say a nuff DJ haffi go starve to death
While dem girl read about me on the Internet
But, it's not their fault, don't get upset
Because dem can't touch me intellect
And boom dem can't even bounce a check
Well, you better rest your
Drinks pon a serviette
And gwon bounce around until you sweat

Okay, remember to breathe and one and two
Just bounce, bounce, bounce bounce
Just bounce, bounce, bounce bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce

So return to di venues you used to fill
And return to the ends where
You used to chill
I know them putting punks up on over kill
Wid some everyday tune, I refuse to build
Now you've been waiting patiently until boom
A me name Jr gong and still, boom
Ridin' a bounce and you can't stand still
Boom see it deh now your drinks a spill
You have some DJ think dem shoot to kill
'Cause dem spar wid
A couple thug youths weh will
Wait till dem lickle chumpas
Dem have draw nil
Ah di same thug, ah climb thru dem windowsill
And, anyhow you no pay di bill
Well, dem could a find you a Sligoville
You better mind how you use
Your talent and skill
Till you hear man a bruk
Down your burglar grill
Well, it's from baby pram n to Stroller dem
We rock mics anywhere, we get a hold a dem
Wid di Muffin looking over, we shoulder dem
Better read out all mi portfolio dem
Well, it's roots and branches
Sticks and stems
A di Halfway Tree and it a murder dem
Ghetto youths, one fam, you never heard a dem
Dangerous nightlife observer dem

So just bounce, bounce, bounce wit' me
Big man big woman and pickney
Feel no pain when di music hit me
Find all a gyal weh fit me

Keeping a stage show and want
The place fi done wha you do
Call my management that walk wid 50 gun
Wha mi do
Nah goin' go pon stage until me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr gong what a hefty sum
Youngest veteran intercept di run
Artist a carry feelings and tears a run
Say you know, say a just true
Him a Bob Marley son
How him get a Swizz Beats and
You nuh get me none
Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of
High grade sess mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly only high
Grade princess mi bun
Politician well love push up dem chest mi bun
Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun
Now mi come fi bun down all material object
Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck
Me bun a fire pon di man
Weh love bitch and fret
And want every little detail intricate

Well, dem just can't believe
Or dem won't accept
Jr gong and Swizz Beatz, fassy don't forget
Well, is it just me or is it hot to death
It's the Halfway Tree CD and cassette
DJ race a run on your mark, get set
And watch everybody run to the record outlet
Tell me who CD do you think they get
The one closest to the Bob Marley box set

Well, dem just can't believe
Or dem won't accept
Jr gong and Swizz Beatz, fassy don't forget
Well, is it just me or is it hot to death
It's the Halfway Tree CD and cassette
DJ race a run on your mark, get set
And watch everybody run to the record outlet
Tell me who CD do you think they get
The one closest to the Bob Marley box set

So just bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce