Guava Rubicon - Kele

She asks me «what my favourite colour is?»

I tell her «At the moment it’s green, like Brockwell Park in bloom»

She kisses her teeth and tells me hers is brown

Naturally

She’s real, real like Guava Rubicon

Like all the girls I used to know from round the way

She’s real like Ellesse and Moschino

Kool FM and garage raves back in the day

My Ethiopian girl

There’s a space next to me you can take a seat

But don’t go blaming me

If I don’t make the cut

She wants a Lucious Lyon

Someone to wear her out, to be her Bobby Brown

So don’t go hating on if that’s not how I roll

She’s real, real like Guava Rubicon

Like all the girls I used to know from round the way

She’s real like Ellesse and Moschino

Kool FM and garage raves back in the day

My Ethiopian girl

Wears an ankh amulet, she’s down with kemetics

She says you don’t read enough

My Nubian prince

Then she says

«Spirit (spirit) to another spirit (spirit)

For we should run like jaguars through the Serengeti plains

Can you imagine it?»

She’s real, real like Guava Rubicon

Like all the girls I used to know from round the way

She’s real like Ellesse and Moschino

Kiss FM and bashment raves back in the day

She’s real

She’s real

Then she says

«What's your frequency Kele?

Are you feeling my vibe?

For we could sing like twins in our very own language

Can you imagine it?

My Ethiopian girl

(My Ethiopian girl)

My Ethiopian girl

(My Ethiopian girl)

My Ethiopian girl

(My Ethiopian girl)

My Ethiopian girl

(My Ethiopian girl)