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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nasty C
Nasty C
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keven Wolfsohn
Keven Wolfsohn
Songwriter
Paul Bogumil Goller
Paul Bogumil Goller
Songwriter
James Mccants
James Mccants
Songwriter
Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo
Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Elementz
The Elementz
Producer
Ebenezer Maxwell
Ebenezer Maxwell
Recording Engineer
Mike Manitshana
Mike Manitshana
Mixing Engineer
Steve "Steve B" Baughman
Steve "Steve B" Baughman
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Dear Oliver, it's your dad speakin' I'm out in Cape Town, makin' magic, in this hat, reachin' For a rabbit or maybe a parakeet You give me drive like I toss you a pair of keys I thought before I'd have you, I would've asked your mama to marry me But here I am with this ringless finger and no dirt on my knee A month away 'til you breathe the air that I breathe It's 5AM in this booth and I will not leave Until I Yeah, til I finish this letter and rap it to Ebenez' Let him record it and make sure it sounded heavenly I've been workin' on things so you could meet the better me I put my hand on your mother's tummy and fall asleep I'm just hopin' you kick your way into your father's dreams I got the rompers waitin' for you, You just wait and see Split me how you want with your mama Y'all get all of me Yeah, I've never been so fuckin' nervous in my whole life I flew back home to tell my dad I made a whole life Got some advice and took some time to get my dome right I paid your granny the traditional way Zulu man, so it only became official that day Yabo? Bro When I get to hold you I'll come back to this mic and I'll tell you some more kids Ayy, June 25, you arrived I have to be the happiest man alive Thankful to the big guy in the sky, You survived All praises to the most High When I heard your first cry the first time, You heard mine I couldn't even hold it in, it just escaped me Looked at bae like, "We just made a baby, this is crazy" Used to wanna die young, Now I wanna touch eighty And these Pampers ain't cheap, So if you owe me, better pay me Yeah, I'm such a lucky guy, I can't lie I bought your crib for nothing, You sleep in my arms fine I thought before I'd have you, I'd live to see cars fly But here I am in this traffic Hopin' I make it on time Calculatin' ETA with the midwife on the line And this IvySon shit my religion, Still saved by the Son, But now it's one I call mine My boy Yeah, and it's been about a month since you touched down This was meant to be I feel it in my gut now Son, You've given me a whole new reason to conquer If anybody touch you, I swear I'll show them a monster Rip them apart and turn them red Do a man like lobster Your mother named you after Yoshi, The purest soul I've ever met, An angel in the form of a rock star May he rest in eternal peace I'm not privy to God's plans, But I know that he's earned a seat And I'm confident certainly Yeah eeh
Writer(s): James Mccants, Keven Wolfsohn, Nasty C, Paul Bogumil Goller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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