Thinking you've got it made, yeah
Yeah

Think you have it all worked out
But to yourself you're lying
A do you know how you're breathing
A who wake you up when you're sleeping

Think you have it all worked out
But to yourself you're lying
A do you know how you're breathing
A who wake you up when you're sleeping

What if the Father send you invoice
For every bit a oxygen you breathe in
Would you have enough money in de account
To write a cheque and pay Him
What if the Father never give you fresh water
A wonder what you would be drinking
What if Him decide and stop the rain
Do you think you coulda bribe Him

Have you, ever give the orders to the morning fi come
A who inna the evening tell the sun fi go dung
Have you ever enter the storehouse of the snow
Or seen the storehouse of the hail from where it flow
Do you know how you chat so
Nuh have nuh information
You nuh know how it ting go

Think you have it all worked out
But to yourself you're lying
A do you know how you're breathing
A who wake you up when you're sleeping

Think you have it all worked out
But to yourself you're lying
A do you know how you're breathing
A who wake you up when you're sleeping

Set you clock to alarm and go sleep
And in the morning you nuh wake up no
Would it be well with your soul
In you box on your back with your face up
What if you never have nuh face fi bleach
A weh you woulda put the makeup
What if you hide a do evil inna de dark
All of a sudden God turn up

Tell me this
How much truck load a salt dem did pour inna the sea
How much grain a sand deh 'pon each and every beach
How much strawn a hair you have a grow 'pon you skin
A who inna the morning tell the stars fi go in
Must be Him, the real King
Who sit high and look low
And Him judge all things

Think you have it all worked out
But to yourself you're lying
A do you know how you're breathing
A who wake you up when you're sleeping

Think you have it all worked out
But to yourself you're lying
A do you know how you're breathing
A who wake you up when you're sleeping

Do you know Mr. Daylight address
And the dwelling for Mr. Darkness
Have you journeyed to the springs of the sea
Walked in the recesses of its deepness
And then a who tell lightning fi strike
And give the thunder such a big voice
What if the Father never hang the sun so high
Then 'pon earth we woulda mus fry

What if, sea overflow its shore then tell me
How dat woulda fix
A who dress the cloud them inna garment soh slick
The earth dimension a who decide it
A who stretch the measuring line across it
Tell me this, real quick
You claim you know so much
Well nuh keep it a secret

Think you have it all worked out
But to yourself you're lying
A do you know how you're breathing
A who wake you up when you're sleeping

Think you have it all worked out
But to yourself you're lying
A do you know how you're breathing
A who wake you up when you're sleeping