She was in love with a rastaman.
Till he drop what she was holdin'in
She was in love with a rastaman
Till he drop what she was holdin'in
Know har story before she say it.
Find somebody that's corporate
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
Marcus Garvey she start fi read
hair stop comb 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.
She was in love with a rastaman
Till he drop what she was holdin'in
They cyan tell her who she need
They cyan tell her who she want
Who she cant, she's have her owna chant
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