[bad word]  (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 dat is what she need

Marcus Garvey she start fi read

hair [bad word] 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.
 [bad word]  (Ky-mani Marley)
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
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 [bad word]  (Ky-mani Marley)