Letra da Música: Guajira (i Love You Too Much) - Yerba Buena

Yeah you know, i got a story about my guajira

(chorus)
Guajira
I love you too much

Guajira
I love you too much

Hey yo we party and dance and i see how i meet her
They call her guajira, in cuba they greet her
Man god them ass is the greeter ,
Beautiful diamond and african features,
I love her and her passion for freedom
I promise to have her and keep her and teach her
Oh yeah chiquita...quiero volar contigo
Tocar tu ombligo
Y pachanguear contigo



Im going crazy, part stop being that she grades me
Whispered in my ear how long would it take me
To get her whole family here safely
She said they were deported back in the 80's
She learned some black magic in haiti, to save me
The way she moves her hips its amazing
Oh yeah guajira so nice to meet yea
Next time i see ya we go own some reefer

(chorus)
Guajira
I love you too much

Guajira
I love you too much

Check check i wanna fly with you, i wanna fly with you
Tell em yo

She had a beautiful face
Kept her cuticles laced
Mads been had sharing the same musical taste
Reminiscing when i met her at the copacobana
Had me unstable crazy going loco bananas
Long legs brown hair
I swear she came with a halo
I said she probably had her looking even better then j-lo
Puerto rican cuban mami had me going berzerk
Went all the way to guantanamo searchin a skirt
Brotherhood too she works out she's so gorgeous
Brother its true no doubt shes flawless
Her loves a drug she was getting me yo
Kinda bug when she started telling me no
I got a 50 cause of course i was lacking the money
Could predicted when she went back to her country
On vacation to the city now she leaving my world
Now i feel pity for pity, i be needing a girl

(chorus)
Guajira
I love you too much

Guajira
I love you too much

Check check i wanna fly with you, i wanna fly with you

(breakdown)

I wanna get down with you,
Get brown with you,
The smell of your sweet black daze is driving me insane,
And you dont even know my name,
You blow my mind like a butterfly, making counts in the sunshine
You really turn me on
When you picking daisies right outside the barn
Like the bomb when the night comes
I like to spy on you honey baby make it under the moon boom boom boom...

Guajira
I love you too much

Guajira
I love you too much