| Oo-oo-oo-ooh
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| Oo-oo-oo-ooh
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| (Come wid di fyah)
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| Come wid di fyah di city burning down
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| Mi jus a tun it up higher and keep it burning
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| It a bun like a tire mi have a burning sound
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| And if mi try fi retire mi leave dem yearning
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| Nuttin cyaa out my flame, no it cyaa quench, cyaa cool, cyaa tame
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| Since the devil nuh like it, him say fi turn it down
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| So mi jus give him the fyah and mek it burn him
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| Koffee pon di street
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| Tank top inna di heat
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| Jjeans pants an' crocks
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| No socks deh pon mi feet
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| Knapsack when mi a beat
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| Well pack up an' it neat
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| Stay woke, no sleep
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| Mi nuh likkle bo-peep
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| Money pon mi mind but mi neva have a coin
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| Nah cuss mi jus a hustle fi di pretty dolla sign
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| A Neva nuff fun time
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| Life rough sometime
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| But mi know me an me mommy affi si di sunshine
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| Dats why mi…
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| Come wid di fyah di city burning down
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| Mi jus a tun it up higher and keep it burning
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| It a bun like a tire mi have a burning sound
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| And if mi try fi retire mi leave dem yearning
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| Nuttin cyaa out my flame, no it cyaa quench, cyaa cool, cyaa tame
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| Since the devil nuh like it, him say fi turn it down
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| So mi jus give him the fyah and mek it burn him
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| (Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn)
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| Seet yah wah become a Peter
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| Mommy seh be Doctor
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| Granny seh be preacher
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| Wah fi be a Rasta
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| Daddy see be neata
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| Peter neva like dat so him tek di streets-ah
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| Everybody born wid a talent yuh fi feature
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| Blessings in abundance
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| Weh wi fi cherish each-a
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| Neva be ungrateful
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| Life is such a teacha
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| Koffee pon Upsetta track
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| See mi bring di heat ya
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| Come wid di fyah di city burning down
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| Mi jus a tun it up higher and keep it burning
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| It a bun like a tire mi have a burning sound
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| And if mi try fi retire mi leave dem yearning
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| Nuttin cyaa out my flame, no it cyaa quench, cyaa cool, cyaa tame
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| Since the devil nuh like it, him say fi turn it down
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| So mi jus give him the fyah and mek it burn him
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| Run up an' down
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| Have dem a run up an' down
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| Yea a Koffee wid di Don sound
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| Anytime mi come roun'
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| A madness pon di compound (Pon di compound)
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| Man a tun fool, a tun clown
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| But Jah-Jah cover mi journey (Cover mi journey), I beg yuh guide it
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| An' any trouble mi see (Trouble mi see), help mi avoid it
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| Mi know seh anything mi need God will provide it (Anything)
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| And he will still have a day wid me beside it
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| Come wid di fyah di city burning down
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| Mi jus a tun it up higher and keep it burning
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| It a bun like a tire mi have a burning sound
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| And if mi try fi retire mi leave dem yearning
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| Nuttin cyaa out my flame, no it cyaa quench, cyaa cool, cyaa tame
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| Since the devil nuh like it, him say fi turn it down
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| So mi jus give him the fyah and mek it burn him
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| (Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn) |