K-Rym Muzishunn - 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

Written by:
Shiloh-Khareem Obas-Wiseman, Khareem Obas-Wiseman

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