Red n gold glitter tossed in my face
The culprit of course left a trace
Followed it leadin 2 a shiny man
Red glitter, red horns, next to the mud Man
They had masqueraders hypin the crowd
Speakers bumpin, it was DUMB loud
Flags swinging around LEFT RIGHT
Tryna do my dance, but the crowd tight
Hot gyals whining their bodies
When I get behind it becomes a party
You stop to let her go in real quick
Booty dropped low, she hit some tricks
Everyone drink n smoke in the open
Cops don't give a damn, I aint jokin
Music lasts til the light begins to shade
I repped my island at the West Indian Day Parade
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