[Verse 1: Jamaican dancehall male deejay, loud gruff chat, punchy kick and snare] Mi come from Waterhouse, mi come from di lane Where di zinc fence rusty and it rattle inna rain One good shirt pon mi back and mi iron it with care Every morning mi a hustle, every evening mi deh deh Uptown gal name Simone and she smile when mi pass She seh mi talk like music and mi walk with pure class Her daddy have a big house and a gate pon di hill Big man inna government and him nuh like mi still [Hook: Jamaican dancehall male deejay, full force, punchy kick and snare] Mi come from behind di zinc fence Mi nuh have nuh money, but mi have sense Yuh daddy look pon mi like mi a offense But mi come from behind di zinc fence [Verse 2: Jamaican dancehall male deejay, harder, heavy bass] Sunday dinner, Simone seh come and meet di man Mi reach inna mi one shirt with mi hat inna mi hand Him look pon mi shoes and him look pon mi face Him seh tell mi, likkle bwoy, where yuh come from, what place Mi seh Waterhouse, sah, by di old water tank Him put down him fork and him face go blank Him seh no daughter of mine a go marry fi di yard Mi seh respect, sah, but mi work twice as hard [Bridge: Jamaican dancehall male deejay, riddim switch, heavier bass] Next week him car mash up right outside a mi lane Mi fix it inna ten minute, him nuh even know mi name Then him stand by di zinc fence and him finger find a mark Desmond inna red paint, from when him likkle, from di start Him paint it when him eleven and him live behind di fence Him look pon mi and laugh and seh, bwoy, now it mek sense [Hook: Jamaican dancehall male deejay, full force, punchy kick and snare] Mi come from behind di zinc fence Mi nuh have nuh money, but mi have sense Yuh daddy look pon mi like mi a offense But mi come from behind di zinc fence [Verse 3: Jamaican dancehall male deejay, loud gruff chat, punchy kick and snare] Now mi sit at him table and mi eat off di good plate Him tell mi bout di lane and di boys dem him did rate Him seh dem used to call him Zinc when him first go uptown So him change him voice and walk and him change him whole sound Simone seh, Daddy, what? And him laugh till him cough Seh di zinc fence raise mi and mi nuh shame, dat enough Now him come down every Sunday with a pot and a smile And di whole lane a laugh when him chat yard style [Final Hook: Jamaican dancehall male deejay, full force, punchy kick and snare] Mi come from behind di zinc fence Mi nuh have nuh money, but mi have sense Yuh daddy look pon mi like mi a offense But mi come from behind di zinc fence [End]
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