When we coming home, love pick up a phone
Said, you know we both feeling something inside our heart, he
If he is to stay, had to go away
Now they both feeling they gotta be apart
To my mother, I love you, ain't no one above you
When the morning come you're still inside my heart
Them reasons, they wrong, gonna carry on
No, we got to be...
No, why does this man find them only reason to ease down they temple? yeah
Fat spliffs of weed, summertime be better when they got sensimilla
Yeah, no no no yeah, no no no yeah oh yeah oh yeah
Now, when we coming home, love pick up a phone
You know they both feeling something inside the heart, he
If he is to stay, had to go away
Now they both feeling they gotta be apart
To my bother, I love you, ain't no one above you
When the morning come you're still inside my heart
The reasons, they wrong, gonna carry on
Said, you got to be...
No, why does this man find them only reason to ease down they temple? yeah
Fat spliffs of weed, summertime be better when they got sensimilla
Yeah, no no no yeah, no no no yeah oh yeah oh yeah
Lord, I got to go, say where, they never knowing now
Lord, I got to go, say where, they never knowing now, yeah
Oh Lord, I got to go, say where, they never knowing now
Oh Lord, I got to go, say where, they never knowing now, yeah
