| You’re taking Rasta’s business on your head, oh yeah
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| Fighting against a Natty Dread
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| But when you think it’s safety
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| Sudden destruction that’s what it will be, yeah
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| Tell the fish to keep his mouth shut
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| He wouldn’t get caught, no, no
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| So stop from running off your mouth
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| 'Cause I know you’re a real weak heart
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| You’re taking Rasta for a ride, oh yeah
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| But if you slip, you’re bound to slide
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| You are pretending as if you are smart, real smart
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| But I know only fools break their own heart, alright
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| Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
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| Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
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| You’re taking people’s business on your head, weak heart
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| Fighting against my Natty Dread
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| You are pretending as if you are smart, real smart
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| But I and I know you’re a real weak heart, yeah
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| You’re taking people’s business on your head, oh yeah
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| Why won’t you love a Natty Dread
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| You are just trying to be very smart, oh yeah
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| But I know only fools break their own heart, yeah
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| But I know only fools break their own heart
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| Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
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| Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord |