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 cooperate
 Suit on time were 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
 ???stop ?? and he start look neat
 So him waan keep har off the street
 From who she with
 And dat be mean
 More than a Natty yeah this what she see
 Not love asleep is not for me
 And she nuh want keep it a secret but she cyan tell him who she sleep with

 [bad word]  (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 or owna plot
 And colour of her owna ?
 Call mi over her owna apartment
 No as har start the phone that's gone she stop with
 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

 [bad word]  (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