Verse 1: Kyles McDonald
When you coming home, love, pick up a phone
Said, you know we both feeling something inside our heart, and
If he is to stay, had to go away
Now they both feeling they gotta be apart
She my mother, I love you, ain't no one above you
When the morning come, you're still inside my heart
Them reasons ain't wrong, gonna carry on
No, we got to be

Chorus: Kyle McDonald
Now, why does this man
Find him the only reason to ease down they tempo, yeah?
Fat spliffs of weed
Summertime be better when they got sensimilla
Yeah, oh-no-no yeah, oh-no-no yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah

Verse 2: Kyle McDonald
Now, when you coming home, Lord pick up a phone
Said, you know they both feeling something inside they heart, and
If he is to stay, had to go away
Now they both feeling they gotta be apart
You're my brother, I love you, ain't no one above you
When the morning come, you're still inside my heart
The reasons ain't wrong, gonna carry on
Said, you got to be

Chorus: Kyles McDonald
Now, why does this man
Find him the only reason to ease down their tempo, yeah?
Fat spliffs of weed
Summertime be better when they got sensimilla
Yeah, oh-no-no yeah, oh-no-no yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah

Outro: Kyle McDonald
Lord, I got to go
Said, "where?"
They never know where, now
Lord, I got to go
Said, "where?"
They never know where, now, yeah
Oh Lord, I got to go
Said, "where?"
They never know where, now
Lord, I got to go
Said, "where?"
They never know where, now