Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Voice
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron St Louis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nikholai Greene
Producer
Lyrics
I tell no lies, I ready to jam on something
I tell no lies, I miss the days of the pumpin', whoa
But I refuse to let this stop me, no no
I go fete while I'm inside
Oh yeah, yeah
I see my demise
Look my hand 'dem in the sky
'Cause soca is life, Lord
So I'm gon' jump around with nobody
Watch how I'm having fun with nobody
And I'm not joking, I'm ready
Turn the soca up 'cause I'm ready, Lord
By any means
I go jump up, wave up
Don't care if the neighbors wake up
I'm ready to turn this place up there
By any means
I go jump up, wave up
So long I ain't fete, must make up
I ready to turn this place up there
I'm missing my people (people)
I'm missing the season (season)
Feting without reason, ah-ah-ah
I'm missing the feeling (feeling)
Soca is my healing
So now I'm streaming, yeah
I go fete while I'm inside
Oh yeah, yeah
I see my demise
Look my hand 'dem in the sky
'Cause soca is life, Lord
So I'm gon' jump around with nobody
Watch how I'm having fun with nobody
And I'm not joking, I'm ready
Turn the soca up 'cause I'm ready, Lord
By any means
I go jump up, wave up
Don't care if the neighbors wake up
I'm ready to turn this place up there
By any means
I go jump up, wave up
So long I ain't fete, must make up
I ready to turn this place up there
By any means
By any means, I
By any means
By any means, I
By any means
Written by: Aaron St Louis