Episode 154: Happy Independence Day T&T Mix

Where we come from, I tell you, it's oil and music.

Where we come from, I tell you, it's oil and music.

I tell you, we have it.

I just want this.

Right now, I just want this.

Right now, I just want this.

I want a mess.

I'm whining away, feeling so nice, so nice, so nice.

So I'm tripping on it, but it's all right, all right.

And I feel like I just spent a million dollars Everybody watching me Wearing a million colors You wanna talk? Talk about this Cause when I wind you go Talk about that When I get in on you go Talk about this Call your friends and then Talk about that Talk something up Talk about this Up from the top Talk about that You, I don't care what you say Cause right now I just want less And I don't really care Right now I just want Make every creed and race come together and congregate And woman, boy and girl, she

kept her in every age

and if anything later we go take a spin down the avenue go look some pretty girl with the wood boy crew Caribbean man Caribbean you and you licensed to wine and jam and anything with a shoe not a nation sweet as you training and I said we are the sound them selectors play

Every day, making you sway And when the gyal dem telly lay, and shaw do ding-go-lay I hear the soka say, we are the sound of soka Big bad soka Big bad soka

We are the sound of a hundred thousand coming on the road.

We are the vibration that you feel when the music loads.

We are the mud and the oil and we come to dirty up the clothes.

I bet you tell them wine and strike the electric pose.

Take a trip, take a trip, take a trip, take a trip now.

We are the sound them selectors play Every day,

making you sway And when the girls them telly lay And shaw do ding-go-lay I hear the so-called say We are the sound of soca Big bad soca Big bad soca Everybody on stage, oh laddo If you're coming down from the mountain, oh God, oh When you hear the beating in town See me jumping on The savannah grass, the savannah grass You could see it all when the bus raves, oh laddo When the people tell you they cannot rave, oh God, oh Feel the spirit jumping in town We coming on the savannah Everybody coming in.

When people tell you they cannot revoke God We gonna make them turn up.

We gonna make them turn up.

Look how the sun now raising up And the crowd now waking up The atmosphere have vibes And nothing can break it up The girl demma why not stop We a di drinks dem in a mic up We gonna party all night, all night 24 parties we hit in a row Tonight a di very last show Before we about turn di road The girl demma release di road So let me see your hands up so Everybody now put your hands up so If you ready for

di road let your friend dem know

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