Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rasta Love Feat. Ky-Mani Marley, artist - Protoje. Album song The Seven Year Itch, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 24.01.2010
Record label: Don Corleon
Song language: English
Rasta Love Feat. Ky-Mani Marley |
And she didn’t know how to tell him |
She was in love with a Rasta man |
Fire was burnin' and burning |
To let out what she was holding in |
And she didn’t know how to tell him |
She was in love with a Rasta man |
Fire was burnin' and burning |
To let out what she was holding in |
I know her story before she say it |
Daddy just want her cooperate |
Find somebody that’s corporate |
Suit and tie more appropriate (cha) |
Him say him naa make him daughter stray |
But Reggae music she start fi play it |
Ital food when she sort her plate |
Militant yute wah she want fi date |
And that is what she need |
Marcus Garvey she start fi read |
Hair stop comb and it start look neat |
So him want keep her off the street from who she with |
And that be me |
More than a natty head is what she see |
No lovers leap is not for me |
And she nuh waa keep it a secret |
But she can’t tell him who she sleep with |
She didn’t know how to tell him |
She was in love with a Rasta man |
Fire was burnin' and burning |
To let out what she was holding in |
And she didn’t know how to tell him |
She was in love with a Rasta man |
Fire was burnin' and burning |
To let out what she was holding in |
And she wants to be free |
From all this captivity (cha) |
So she’ll be who she will be |
They can’t tell her who she need |
They can’t tell her who she want, who she can’t |
She talk her owner chant, chart her owner path |
And follow her owner heart |
Call me over her own apartment |
Now as I answer the phone that’s the tone she start with |
She know say she don’t fi part with |
One like I even though so much impart it |
So she haffi do her owner thing |
Cause she can never live life for them |
Knowing that she would look back when |
To the time weh she couldn’t explain to him cause then |
And she didn’t know how to tell him |
She was in love with a Rasta man |
Fire was burnin' and burning |
To let out what she was holding in |
And she didn’t know how to tell him |
She was in love with a Rasta man |
Fire was burnin' and burning |
To let out what she was holding in |