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Redder Than Red
by Buju Banton



You got to feel it inna unu
Buju Banton with the lyrical echo

[Chorus]
Right now I am red, red, red, red
Redder than red, red, red
It just a musical vibe
A rub-a-dub sensation
Just a go to mi head
I am red, red, red, red
Right now I am red, red, red
It just a musical vibe
Just a rub-a-dub feeling
Just a go to mi head

I cannot keep it under cover, I cannot keep it under the shed
Got to show it inna touch this how I make my bread
Dem say this is easy, dat done than said
Considering all, it is really another bread
Must have fi juggle whether rain or fall
Pot have fi bubble, can't tek when pickney bawl
Nuh motherless nuh fatherless but no white squall
Never had a ball to play with nor a cookie in the jar
My little sister baby dolly mek outta tar
Nuf wash dem mouth but them nah reach far
Say a prayer for me

[Chorus]

Take off mi shirt, wring it up, water too much
DJ a DJ and nuh haul and pull up
Wuk and stop wuk and stop the vibe cut
Have a fire inna me wire, can't quench with syrup
A nuh S da to K, while minus to plus
So much things to deal, the poorer race a fuss
Is it all about making money or is it conscious
Lightning, thunder, brimstone ball buss

[Chorus]

I want you to love my music
I really want you to feel my music
Intense heat and humidity so high
Dance all night until you're whole body runs dry
Who make you feel good so, I and I
And make you nuh want let go, that's no lie

[Chorus]

I cannot keep it under cover, I cannot keep it under the shed
Got to show it inna touch this how I make my bread
Dem say this is easy, dat done than said
Considering all, it is really another bread
Must have fi juggle whether rain or fall
Pot have fi bubble, can't tek when pickney bawl
Nuh motherless nuh fatherless but no white squall
Never had a ball to play with nor a cookie in the jar
My little sister baby dolly mek outta tar
Nuf wash dem mouth but them nah reach far
Say a prayer for me

[Chorus]

Mi take off mi shirt, wring it up, water too much
DJ a DJ and nuh haul and pull up
Wuk and stop wuk and stop the vibe cut
Have a fire inna me wire, can't quench with syrup
A nuh S da to K, while minus to plus
So much things to deal, the poorer race a fuss
Is it all about making money or is it conscious
Lightning, thunder, brimstone ball buss
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written by MYRIE, MARK ANTHONY / GERMAIN, DONOVAN
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group