Chorus: (Kymani Marley)
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
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 and 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 youth weh she waan fi date
And dat is what she need
Marcus Garvey she start fi read
Hair stop come and it stop look neat
So him waan keep har off the street
From who she with
And dat be mean
More than a Natty head this what she see
Not lover's sleep is not for me
And she nuh want keep it a secret but she cyan tell him who she sleep with

Chorus: (Kymani Marley)
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 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
Chat her owna plot
And follow her owna 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

Chorus: (Kymani Marley)
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
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

-- Edited by cescojam on Sunday 23rd of January 2011 01:07:00 PM