Waistline Therapy (feat. Papi Jay)

I'm feeling exhausted and stressed Had a very, very long week But before I go home and rest I wanna go out and act a freak I feel like letting go of my worries and feel free Call up my people, yes we all getting so Turnt up till we get weak We've been locked down fi many many months Mi waistline affi get stiff We need fi oil it up just once Burn di dancefloor up like a spliff Mi miss whining, bumping and grinding Mi miss meeting gyal dem and chatting Dancefloor packed with flashing lights Let's have the best time of our lives, eh I wanted to take it slow She said "Shut your mouth and put your hands on my waist" She whining like a pro With my glass in her hand And another caressing my face Why do we feel so happy and free? It feels like a felony So get ready, get ready, get ready, get ready Get ready fi Waistline Therapy Let di music control yuh waistline Mister DJ, pump up di bassline We come fi whine up, we nuh come fi waste time We nuh come fi lime We come fi turn it up Let di music control yuh waistline Mister DJ, pump up di bassline We come fi whine up, we nuh come fi waste time Shell down with Papi Jay and K-Rym (K-Rym!) Party startin, everybody mingling Now lemme see that booty go (Boom boom boom pow) If she keep whining down pon mi We affi be a sour puss and blue curaçao (Get it?) Aint nobody don't have no behavior But we don't care, it is our time now We pump it up and we shell it down But I see something that I cannot allow It be too many mandem ina di club standing in a corner They to shy, don't wanna dance, they looking like hyenas Get off the wall, man. Loose yourself Shoot your shot, thief a whine, go say hi to Tina (Hey Tina) We outside, yeah we finally free, we gon party till we see the sunlight If you're too shy, then come with me You bout to have the best night of your life, Yeah I wanted to take it slow She said "Shut your mouth and put your hands on my waist" She whining like a pro With my glass in her hand And another caressing my face Why do we feel so happy and free? It feels like a felony So get ready, get ready, get ready, get ready Get ready fi Waistline Therapy Let di music control yuh waistline Mister DJ, pump up di bassline We come fi whine up, we nuh come fi waste time We nuh come fi lime We come fi turn it up Let di music control yuh waistline Mister DJ, pump up di bassline We come fi whine up, we nuh come fi waste time Shell down with Papi Jay and K-Rym Somebody say ho Lemme here you go (Ho) Somebody say yeah Everybody sing (Yeah) (Get ready fi waistline therapy) If we going home tonight, I wanna see your face again tomorrow morning If you got a partner, tell me now Don't wanna find out you were just out here hornin' Waistline doing overtime And the feeling of joy just feels like a crime But before we mess around and fall in love Whine pon D riddim deh one more time Let di music control yuh waistline Mister DJ, pump up di bassline We come fi whine up, we nuh come fi waste time We nuh come fi lime We come fi turn it up Let di music control yuh waistline Mister DJ, pump up di bassline Party startin everybody mingling Now, lemme see that booty go (Boom boom boom pow) Let di music control yuh waistline Mister DJ, pump up di bassline We come fi whine up, we nuh come fi waste time Turn up, turn up, turn up D riddim deh Let di music control yuh waistline Mister DJ, pump up di bassline We come fi whine up, we nuh come fi waste time Mash up with Papi Jay and your man K-Rym