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Model a (Radio Edit)
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Utwór Model a (Radio Edit) został wydany 21 sierpnia 2026 przez SOUNIQUE jako część albumu Model a (Radio Edit) - Single
21 sierpnia 2026
WytwórniaSOUNIQUE
JęzykEnglish
BPM77
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

Ayo, I no longer have a halo
I got demons on my payroll
Say goodbye to the angel
Ayo, I no longer have a halo
I got demons on my payroll (say goodbye)
So say goodbye to the angel
Ayo, I no longer have a halo
I got demons on my payroll (say goodbye)
So say goodbye to the angel
Ay
Ay
This is my pick-up point; it’s like I’m Uber-driven
I don’t want supervision, I want some super living
I don’t know why you’re out here acting like you’re forgiven
There’s something in the water and you just went scuba divvin’
Why’re you talking to me? Nobody gave you permission
It’s obvious your bosses sent you on a crucial mission
A futile mission that’s based off of superstition
It’s like I’m bad teacher, blurring your pupils’ vision
Ay
Ay
Ay
I learned from the greats
Who resolve beef by having bra’s burnt at the stake
On the road to redemption, they’ve got permanent breaks
And preach about it. Look how long of a sermon it takes
I don’t need order. Holy water, I can certainly taste
And the blood that’s thicker just turned into burgundy waste
Memories of my trip to Durban erased
By the weed we smoked tourists and the bourbon we chased
With tonic water. How many bottles did SoniQ order?
After his cousin got killed and his friend died of a chronic disorder
Possibly, sorta. So many scenarios that he probably thought of
Got so many nieces, it’s like I got me a daughter
Didn’t feel like this back when I was dropping ‘We Water’
And now I’ve got eleven, two nephews, uncle is borderline crazy
Them my babies, I’m locked and loaded
Rhaa
Ayo, I no longer have a halo
I got demons on my payroll
So say goodbye to the angel
Ayo, I no longer have a halo
I got demons on my payroll
So say goodbye to the angel
Angel
Angel
Since I wrote the first verse, I’ve been through a lot of changes
Continue to rock stages, put my pen to a lot of pages
Show up alone and leave the venue with a lot of strangers
They warned me about it but I forgot the dangers, uh
No matter where I go, though, I can’t help but be a misfit
Fitting in with others just wasn’t as realistic
And coz I’m such a wizard, my lover must be a mystic
I always had a thing for witches.
I was into Agatha All Along
After all of that I would ask to be all alone
Asking for access to actually aura farm off of me
Please
I’m protecting my peace and respecting my peeps
Rapping in a manner that can resurrect the deceased
So many gems that I penned were never released
And they were food for thought for angels, a heavenly feast
For seven days, man, I was everywhere in these streets
And then I disappeared for months, my omnipresence was weak
Seventy-three people are stressing me. They want my presence and reach
I just want some juice and vodka and sex on the beach
But all I get is sanctimony, they’re texting to preach
My students sick of all my lectures and every speech
I offer my blessings to each. I got no more lessons to teach
Peace, I say
Ayo, I no longer have a halo (No, no, no)
I got demons on my payroll
So say goodbye to the angel
Written by: Dumisani Madiba
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