Chorus: (Ky-mani Marley) And she didn’t know how To tell him She was in love with a rastaman. Fyah was burnin’, and burnin’ Till he drop what she was holdin’in And she didnt know how To tell him She was in love with a rastaman Fyah was burnin’, and burnin’ Till he drop what she was holdin’in
Verse 1: (Protoje) Yeah, yeah,yeah Know har story before she say it. Daddy just want her cooperate Find somebody that’s corporate Suit an tie more appropriate. Him seh him nah mek him daughta stray But reggae music she start fi play it, Ital food when she sort her plate Militant yute weh she waan fi date And dt is what she need Marus Garvey she start fi read hair stop comb and it stop look neat So him waan keep har off the street From who she with, and dat be me. More than a Natty head is what she see No lover’s leap is not for me, And she nuh want keep it a secret but she cyan tell him who she sleep with.
Chorus: (Ky-mani Marley) She didn’t know how To tell him She was in love with a rastaman Fyah was burnin’, and burnin’ Tll he drop what she was holdin’in
Verse 2: (Protoje) And she wants to be free From all this captivity So she’ll be who she will be They cyan tell her who she need They cyan tell her who she want Who she cant, she’s have her owna chant Chart her owna plot And follow her own heart. Call mi over her owna apartment Now as I ansa di phone dats di tone she start wid. She know seh she know fi par with One like I, even though so much import it But she haffi do har owna thing Cah she cyan never live life of dem Knowing dat she will look back when To the time when she bring di explain to him cause dem