Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Halfway Tree , by - Damian Marley. Song from the album Halfway Tree, in the genre R&BRelease date: 31.12.2000
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Halfway Tree |
| 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 C.D. |
| and cassette |
| D.J. |
| race a run on your mark, get set |
| And watch everybody run to the record outlet |
| Tell me who C.D. |
| 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 D.J. |
| 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 D.J. |
| 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 C.D. |
| and cassette |
| D.J. |
| race a run on your mark, get set |
| And watch everybody run to the record outlet |
| Tell me who C.D. |
| 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 C.D. |
| and cassette |
| D.J. |
| race a run on your mark, get set |
| And watch everybody run to the record outlet |
| Tell me who C.D. |
| 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 |