Vibez by WIN_BX Lyrics
[Chorus: Win and Barrington Levy]
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight)
Let em know its a vibe
We livin in paradise
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight)
Let em know its a vibe
We livin in paradise
(Every dayyy)
[Verse 1: Win]
Tough week, (tough week)
Been a trip, (been a trip)
You know its time, (know its time)
What it is
Text to the crew, whose plans coincide
Tell me what di scene man
Tell me what di vibez
I’m down to break the bar for the flex
But after the pre-game
Money ain’t cheap man
I’m tryna to boss up
But I ain’t got the clover
And I ain’t entertained
With thoughts of bein sober, (bein sober)
Get the fit right down to the pocket
Clean wit the shave, make sure the mane ain’t sloppy
Drip, wet, keep swimmin like nemo, (keep swimmin)
Oh yea, can’t go forgettin my pre-roll
No, not an option when I’m tryna get lifted in the sky, (gettin lifted)
Where problems don’t live and negativity come to die
Waitin in the crib, for man nigga to catch a ride
In pursuit of any livin to get me out of life
It’s a vibe
[Chorus: Win and Barrington Levy]
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight)
Let em know its a vibe
We livin in paradise
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight)
Let em know its a vibe
We livin in paradise
(Every dayyy)
[Verse 2: Win]
Pull up, like I’m on the bar lookin fresh
Who dat, you can hear the whispers from the steps
Oh its them, you know ain’t nuttin major
Like the sayin goes
It ain’t easy bein a player, (bein a player)
Let me stop, let me pour my cup
Let me make my rounds
Tell my people wassup
Before we get unruly, bumpin, groovin, jumpin
Thats usually round the time, I’m tryin to get into somethin
(into somethin)
Forbidden fruit, throw it in the air, (in the air, air, air)
Surrounded by moments without a care, (care, care, care)
Damn this is perfect, jus what a nigga needed
Livin in the clouds instead facing all my demons
I try, knowin that this vision is a lie
What a lie, ain’t no real difference between you and I
Who am I
A nigga thats missin the truth inside
But I’m fillin up my cup and cyphin it to the side
It’s a vibe
[Chorus: Win and Barrington Levy]
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight)
Let em know its a vibe
We livin in paradise
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight)
Let em know its a vibe
We livin in paradise
(Every dayyy)
[Outro: Barrington Levy]
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight
Ohhhh
Murda Music)
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight)
Let em know its a vibe
We livin in paradise
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight)
Let em know its a vibe
We livin in paradise
(Every dayyy)
[Verse 1: Win]
Tough week, (tough week)
Been a trip, (been a trip)
You know its time, (know its time)
What it is
Text to the crew, whose plans coincide
Tell me what di scene man
Tell me what di vibez
I’m down to break the bar for the flex
But after the pre-game
Money ain’t cheap man
I’m tryna to boss up
But I ain’t got the clover
And I ain’t entertained
With thoughts of bein sober, (bein sober)
Get the fit right down to the pocket
Clean wit the shave, make sure the mane ain’t sloppy
Drip, wet, keep swimmin like nemo, (keep swimmin)
Oh yea, can’t go forgettin my pre-roll
No, not an option when I’m tryna get lifted in the sky, (gettin lifted)
Where problems don’t live and negativity come to die
Waitin in the crib, for man nigga to catch a ride
In pursuit of any livin to get me out of life
It’s a vibe
[Chorus: Win and Barrington Levy]
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight)
Let em know its a vibe
We livin in paradise
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight)
Let em know its a vibe
We livin in paradise
(Every dayyy)
[Verse 2: Win]
Pull up, like I’m on the bar lookin fresh
Who dat, you can hear the whispers from the steps
Oh its them, you know ain’t nuttin major
Like the sayin goes
It ain’t easy bein a player, (bein a player)
Let me stop, let me pour my cup
Let me make my rounds
Tell my people wassup
Before we get unruly, bumpin, groovin, jumpin
Thats usually round the time, I’m tryin to get into somethin
(into somethin)
Forbidden fruit, throw it in the air, (in the air, air, air)
Surrounded by moments without a care, (care, care, care)
Damn this is perfect, jus what a nigga needed
Livin in the clouds instead facing all my demons
I try, knowin that this vision is a lie
What a lie, ain’t no real difference between you and I
Who am I
A nigga thats missin the truth inside
But I’m fillin up my cup and cyphin it to the side
It’s a vibe
[Chorus: Win and Barrington Levy]
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight)
Let em know its a vibe
We livin in paradise
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight)
Let em know its a vibe
We livin in paradise
(Every dayyy)
[Outro: Barrington Levy]
(Murda Music
In the dancehall, it’s so tight
Ohhhh
Murda Music)