We a die alone to the galna We a die out
And when we die inna the world, we connect to the tree antenna
Real tight circuit, and fi make a link to ya
You hear me now?
Yo, we a die out to the galna, we no matter zoning
International gallies, ever roaming
Any race we run, that no matter if a white or black
More time is a pretty browning
Man a raise smartphone, but not send email
Still flexing and texting the female
More time we call dem fi send a small yell
A ya done what we canna feel any time
We a die alone