Fee fo fum, like the sky is falling down on me/Numb, numb, numb, he’s so cold he doesn’t feel a thing
from No Love Allowed lyrics by Rihanna
Harking back to her Bajan roots, this drumless reggaeton ditty appears cheerful enough but is in fact a deceptively dark tale, which with its several screams of ‘murderer,’ sounds like it was penned during the initial aftermath of that fateful night. Unlikely to be a favorite in the Brown household.
