Tight Ship (feat. Damian Marley)

Though the wicked chase me down, still my heart's full of love
Oh, my head's blessed with the power of love
Though the wicked chase me down with envy and spite
Oh, my head's blessed, yeah

There’s no room for mistakes, we’re sailing a tight ship on the shore
Grab the broom, sweep it up, oh, clear some space
There’s no room for mistakes, mama said, sailing a tight ship on the shore
Grab the broom, sweep it up, oh, clear some space, yeah

Though the wicked chase me down, still my heart's full of love
Oh, my head's blessed with the power of love
Though those wicked chase me down with envy and spite
But my head's blessed, hey

There’s no room for mistakes, we’re sailing a tight ship on the shore
Grab the broom, sweep it up, oh, clear some space
There’s no room for mistakes, papa said, sailing a tight ship on the shore
Grab the broom, sweep it up, oh, clear some space, yeah

Let’s get this ship moving fast, in tip-top shape, yes
All hands on deck, I’m telling you, don’t make me say it again
Let’s get this ship moving fast, in tip-top shape, yes
All hands on deck, I’m telling you, I really gotta say it again

Boom, since we were little kids they used to be jealous of our treats
Most of them can’t hold any joy, they’re just full of envy and spite
A lot of them are getting bitter and saying, "Those stuck-up Marleys"
They say who God bless, no man can curse, Babylon’s harmless
Alright now, many of them are working hard, watching who's putting in the grind
Grasshoppers jump at anything that rustles in the grass
And they never envied other creatures in the woods
What you sow is what you reap, don’t be shocked when we’re harvesting
My wallet’s so fat, is there a walrus in there?
True, nobody’s perfect but our flows are always slick
One room at a time is where the shack or the palace is
Cleanliness is godliness, so keep it clean no matter what
We gotta start with the sweeping, get rid of the filth and the trash
Swashbucklers walk the plank if they’re not honest, just the same
Officers on board this ship are heading to the promised land

There ain’t no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, hey
Sailing
Grab the broom, sweep it up, oh, clear some space