Rasta Love

[Chorus: Kymani Marley]x2
Am             Dm
And she didn't know how
    Am
To tell him
          Dm               Am
She was in love with a rastaman
          Em           G
Fyah was burnin', and burning
        Dm   Am
To let out what she was holding in

[Verse 1: Protoje]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Am
Know her story before she say it
 Dm
Daddy just want her cooperate
 Am
Find somebody that's corporate
 Dm
Suit and tie more appropriate 
(Kymani Marley) cha
 Am
Him seh him nah mek him daughta 
stray
 Dm
But reggae music she start fi play 
it
 Em
Ital food when she salt her plate
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 G
Militant youth weh she waan fi date
 Am
And dat is what she need
                  Dm
Marcus Garvey she start fi read
                   Am
Hair stop comb and it start look 
neat
   Dm
So him waan keep her off the street
From who she with
    Am
And dat be me
                          Dm
More than a Natty head is what she 
see
                  Em
No lovers leap is not for me
                  G
And she nuh want keep it a secret 
but she cyan tell him who she sleep 
with

[Chorus: Kymani Marley]
She didn't know how
To tell him
She was in love with a rastaman
Fyah was burnin', and burnin'
To let out what she was holding in

[Verse 2: Protoje]
And she wants to be free
From all this captivity (Kymani 
Marley) cha
So she'll be who she will be
They cyan tell her who she need
They cyan tell her who she want
Who she can't, she's have her owna 
chant
Chart her owna plot
And colour of her owna heart?
Call mi over her owna apartment
Now as I answer the phone that's the
 tone she start with
She know seh she no fi part with
One like I, even though so much 
impart it
But she haffi do har owna thing
Cah she cyan never live life of dem
Not Knowing dat she will look back 
when
To the time when she could'n explain
 to him cause den

[Chorus: Kymani Marley]
And she didn't know how
To tell him
She was in love with a rastaman
Fyah was burnin', and burnin'
To let out what she was holding in
And she didn't know how
To tell him
She was in love with a rastaman
Fyah was burnin', and burnin'
To let out what she was holding in