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Fly rasta, you fly rasta |
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Fly rasta, you fly rasta |
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Chedda don che |
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Not to have to hold up yo head, do |
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Redder than red |
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We work fo' that red |
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(Verse) |
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Take that velvet separation onto the love |
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You know strom them see the dead |
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And all the days of yo vow-up separation |
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No rays of shroud will come upon yo head |
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(Chorus) |
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Fly rasta, you fly rasta |
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Fly rasta, you fly rasta |
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Root to them roots |
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My spirit speak the truth |
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Cutter than cute |
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I might cheat god, boya |
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Now there's an evil that we see under the sun |
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Bitches comein' around men |
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What have the fool moon and the wise |
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Band can't live alone unbread |
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Wear it, I would say |
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Enlighten the laws of jaja |
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With the most ganja |
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The fellows meditate, |
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Living better than lifting house over the Sanomany |
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Like the tree granted by water |
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Poverty don't spit the man don folley |
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These leaves never wither |
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(Chorus) |
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Fly rasta, you fly rasta |
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Fly rasta, you fly rasta |
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Chedda don che |
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Not to have to hold up yo head, do |
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Redder than red |
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We work fo' that red |
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(Interlude) |
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When I say blessin' to the money come walking out dotti |
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And standing in the way of civil life, I would say |
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Take a vow of separation |
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And all the days of your life |
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Let no rays come down upon your self |