Skankin' sweet Forget your troubles and rock with me You nuh feel how reggae music sweet, yeah-e-yeah Everybody wanna feel irie I'm gonna be skankin' Skankin', groovin', hallelujah Skankin', groovin, help me Jah Jah Skankin', groovin', under pressure

Women, beautiful women (Y-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Women, God-given women The reason we're livin' And lovin' this life, hallelujah We're all better off with 'em Oh (oh), so (so) beautiful

I'm gonna make you mine You're hallelujah, Sunday morning All I've ever needed, wanted Underneath this pale moon sky Yeah, I'm gonna make you mine You were made to shine under Southern stars Pure as the mountain rain You're the love songs pouring out of

Yeah I guess that’s my church Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse I’ve cussed on a Sunday I’ve cheated and I’ve lied

I’m like hallelujah! Praise God, almighty, the most high, alpha and omega in the sky Let a mothafucka like this live Strollin' down the highway Yeah, lemme show 'em what I gotta give Do it your way This is beyond the flesh With my mind ablaze

I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long I don't wanna die too young Yeah, too young, yeah, too young Came up, don't know, I just keep going with the

Hey hey hallelujah, hey hey hallelujah I really got a hold on you, you're begging me for more You never seen nobody do the things I do before singing Yeah I drive you crazy and your heart's about to break You're begging me for mercy, don't know how much

I'm gonna make you mine You're hallelujah, Sunday morning All I've ever needed, wanted Underneath this pale moon sky Yeah, I'm gonna make you mine You were made to shine under Southern stars Pure as the mountain rain You're the love songs pouring out of

I'm not your holy roller I'm not your holy roller (Yeah-eah-eah) I'm not your holy roller (Hell yeah-eah-eah) Bring a message to ya, Hallelujah My Holy roller, you oughta know (Hallelujah) My heart stays at home I'm not your holy roller (holy roller)

No chill, no chill, no chill, no chill, for real But my shooters got shooters, they was born ready Nigga, for real Hallelujah, hallelujah, I was born ready Practice, what the fuck is practice? What the fuck is practice? Hallelujah, hallelujah, yeah Don't