Now you can wake up and tell yourself you'll never love again
23rd floor you're blown something at your brothers' crib
With yourself thinking "dawg you know that was ikgakata aker?"
But these are just the thoughts of a hurt back packer kid
These lines bright you can see them beaming from a far, bra
Bright lines these blind rappers tell me dia ba fatlha
Talking out your neck about how the boy got a ego
Well if you can't stand him ke tla le zama ka ditilo
I do it for the people like all the VW wagons
I take it as it comes baby
Whatever happens, happens
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