Mr. Raise Your Cup Lyrics

Yuh, Mr. where you get it aye?)

(Where you get it from?)

(Yuh, Mr. where you get it aye?)

(Where you get it from?)

(Yuh) Mr. where you get it aye?

Where you get it from?

Must have pissed him off, aye

Wished it weights a ton, aye

Wrist I raise it up, aye

Mr. Raise Your Cup, aye

If you mix it right, baby you can feel the rush, aye

What a lovely pattern, it's splattered on your dress

I see the way you walk around it look emotionless

I must be getting high, maybe I just notice less

But maybe I just thought my intuition know the best

I wrote a open letter, but that shit had no address

I got it off my chest, I can never learn my lesson

But if I asked you for your heart, now would you have to question

She said I took it from her, like it was an interception

You causing misconceptions, intellectual deception

Seems when you just talk to me you start to lose your breath and

Listen brethren, everything in court was all in record

Every record that I made is really hard to measure

Every measure that I made to put it all together

Missing out on times that we could all just spend together

If you fucking with me baby I don't need your pleasure

Would you hold it down for me inside the stormy weather

Would you sail across the ocean just to stay afloat

Told her "Fuck it baby, maybe that's what float's your boat"

Racing through the pasture, this is a disaster

I just watch it pass, I'm just waiting for the rapture

I'm just spending cash because I couldn't get it pasted you

Why you getting mad, bae you know it never mattered

She looking white as Casper, like she just saw a ghost

She said "Benny, this for you, I'd like to raise a toast"

(Mister, Mister)

Mr. where you get it aye?

Where you get it from?

Must have pissed him off, aye

Wished it weights a ton, aye

Wrist I raise it up, aye

Mr. Raise Your Cup, aye

If you mix it right, baby you can feel the rush, aye

Mr. where you get it aye?

Where you get it from?

Must have pissed him off, aye

Wished it weights a ton, aye

Wrist I raise it up, aye

Mr. Raise Your Cup, aye

If you mix it right, baby you can feel the rush, aye