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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thuso Isaac Modiselle
Songwriter
Tokello Kgele Mathiba
Songwriter
Mongezi Brian Zwane
Songwriter
Phologo Judah Mataboge
Songwriter
Khutso Mokono
Songwriter
歌詞
Oh yeah, by the way
I wake up everyday and I think its time for buzzin' up
Look, my only inspiration is the thought of my coffin (What the fuck? It's deep)
Put my pain in the songs, so you and I can feel it
And maybe forget yours for a second
Sometimes I think about crazy shit like
Miscourages and babies that couldn't live for a second
So close your eyes for a second
And if you're lucky enough to open 'em up again
Your life is a blessing
Why are you stressing?
Life's but a lesson
I'm thankful for everybody out there who said no
Punk ass bitches
'Cause clearing all the rocks is how you get that gold
I'm still at my ten toes
All the energy you're putting out, coming back tenfold
I hope my music at least saves ten souls, at least
And don't pull up on me 'cause I'm all about peace
I'm a human entity but I can turn into a beast
Skinny ass ****, but my moves are obese
Don't call me my dog, I ain't hanging on your leash
I remember how I used to play with your feet
Rest in peace to my niece
Man this shit's got me weak
Why you think got tears?
You suppose to cry
Why you think you got dreams?
You suppose to fly
This a lil blunt, but you suppose to die
So are you really living?
You don' get another life, boss
So, why you out here celebrating my loss
Since you like playing games here's a fivebob
Don't want you to distract me
From the things that I love
'Cause I just wanna watch the money pill up a lot
Don't you come here with that bullshit
Don't you tell me how to do shit
Don't you come here with that bullshit
Don't you tell me how to do shit
Yeah, not even pull up, them **** forfeit
Not even pull up, them **** forfeit
Till we cashing out, my **** all in
Till we cashing out, my **** all in
And I go by the name 3TWO1, so when you talk about me
Do not use any pronouns
I'm a lil bit illiterate, so words like competition
This shit I can not pronounce
Used to struggle with my slight lisp and speech impedament
But now I make perfectly flow announcements
They love it when I say, "Baby, bounce it"
But on a real tip, is it a home where your house is?
And your house is played in a club where you're lounging
In the VIP forgetting all your loving spouses
Just to keep your plate in this fucking industry
For what? Fake fruits, everything is fake in this tree
And I was born with this, what they do is make believe
And let me clear it out for you, maybe its make believe
And the fact that my own city doubts me is an issue
Or maybe the wanna see me in magazines
I wish I was selfish with my self esteem
I guess I need myself just to intervene
I care about what people don't care about
And that's the man in the mirror
Sometimes I have fears about him, yeah
But I swear you gon' hear about him
And I ain't tryna impress no drunk people at the club
'Cause they'll forget about it
So think about it
Don't you come here with that bullshit
Don't you tell me how to do shit
Don't you come here with that bullshit
Don't you tell me how to do shit
Yeah, not even pull up, them **** forfeit
Not even pull up, them **** forfeit
Till we cashing out, my **** all in
Till we cashing out, my **** all in
Don't you come here with that bullshit
Don't you tell me how to do shit
Don't you come here with that bullshit
Don't you tell me how to do shit
Don't you come here with that bullshit
Don't you tell me how to do shit
Don't you come here with that bullshit
Don't you tell me how to do shit
Don't you come here with that bullshit
Don't you tell me how to do shit
Don't you come here with that bullshit
Don't you tell me how to do shit
Don't you come here with that bullshit
Don't you tell me how to do shit
Don't you come here with that bullshit
Don't you tell me how to do shit
Written by: Khutso Mokono, Mongezi Brian Zwane, Phologo Judah Mataboge, Thuso Isaac Modiselle, Tokello Kgele Mathiba