Rasta Love Chords & Lyrics - Protoje

[CHORUS]
[Am] And she didn't k[Dm]now how
To tel[C]l him
She was in lo[Dm]ve with a rasta[Am]man
Fyah was [Dm]burnin', and [C]burning
To let [G]out what she was holding i[Am]n
[Am] And she didn't k[Dm]now how
To tel[C]l him
She was in lo[Dm]ve with a rasta[Am]man
Fyah was [Dm]burnin', and [C]burning
To let [G]out what she was holding i[Am]n

[VERSE 1]
[Am] Know her story before she say it
D[Dm]addy just want her cooperate
F[Am]ind somebody that's corporate
S[Dm]uit and tie more appropriate (cha)
H[Am]im seh him nah mek him daughta stray
B[Dm]ut reggae music she start fi play it
I[Am]tal food when she salt her plate
M[Dm]ilitant youth weh she waan fi date
And dat is [Am]what she need
Marcus Garvey she [Dm]start fi read
Hair stop comb and it [Am]start look neat
So him waan keep her [Dm]off the street From who she with
And [Am]dat be me
More than a Natty head is [Dm]what she see
No lovers leap is [Am]not for me
And she nuh want keep it a secr[Dm]et but she cyan tell him who she sleep with

[CHORUS]
[Am] And she didn't k[Dm]now how
To tel[C]l him
She was in lo[Dm]ve with a rasta[Am]man
Fyah was [Dm]burnin', and [C]burning
To let [G]out what she was holdin' i[Am]n

[VERSE 2]
And she wants to be f[Am]ree
From all this captiv[Dm]ity (cha)
So she'll be who she will [C]be
They cyan tell her who she [Dm]need
They cyan tell her who she w[Am]ant who she can't,
she's have her[Dm] owna chant
Chart her owna [C]plot
And colour of her owna heart? Call mi o[G]ver her owna apartment
Now as I [C]answer the phone that's the tone she start with
She [Am]know seh she no fi part with
One like [Dm]I, even though so much impart it [C]

But she haffi do har owna thing
[Dm]Cah she cyan never live life of dem
Not [Am]knowing dat she will look back when
To the [Dm]time when she could'n explain to him cause den

[CHORUS]
[Am] And she didn't k[Dm]now how
To tel[C]l him
She was in lo[Dm]ve with a rasta[Am]man
Fyah was [Dm]burnin', and [C]burning
To let [G]out what she was holdin' i[Am]n

[VERSE 2]
And she wants to be f[Am]ree
From all this captiv[Dm]ity (cha)
So she'll be who she will [C]be
They cyan tell her who she [Dm]need
They cyan tell her who she w[Am]ant who she can't,
she's have her[Dm] owna chant
Chart her owna [C]plot
And colour of her owna heart? Call mi o[G]ver her owna apartment
Now as I [C]answer the phone that's the tone she start with
She [Am]know seh she no fi part with
One like [Dm]I, even though so much impart it [C]

But she haffi do har owna thing
[Dm]Cah she cyan never live life of dem
Not [Am]knowing dat she will look back when
To the [Dm]time when she could'n explain to him cause den

[CHORUS]
[Am] And she didn't k[Dm]now how
To tel[C]l him
She was in lo[Dm]ve with a rasta[Am]man
Fyah was [Dm]burnin', and [C]burning
To let [G]out what she was holdin' i[Am]n
[Am] And she didn't k[Dm]now how
To tel[C]l him
She was in lo[Dm]ve with a rasta[Am]man
Fyah was [Dm]burnin', and [C]burning
To let [G]out what she was holdin' [Am]in