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nowhere
Alternative
nowhere was released on March 19, 2019 by Guissepe Global as a part of the album Ocsic
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AlbumOcsic
Release DateMarch 19, 2019
LabelGuissepe Global
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM125

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Farmer Black
Farmer Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thabang Neo Gwena
Thabang Neo Gwena
Songwriter
Esperanza Splalding
Esperanza Splalding
Songwriter
Pharoah Saunders
Pharoah Saunders
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thabang Neo Gwena
Thabang Neo Gwena
Mastering Engineer, Executive Producer, Producer
Dominic Rewu
Dominic Rewu
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Drifting, drifting drifting drifting
Can’t get close feeling paranoid
Can’t tell no one what is In the void
I’m like a refugee on the border line somewhere between insanity and sanity
When my days get darker need to keep a fucken lighter uuka
My demons got me on speed dial telling me lighten up
Peak hours after midnight
Its dark where my heart resides
I don’t see no fucken path
These days, It gets harbfder maintain
Harder to stay sane
Fall into this dark abyss
Recognize some of this
What is this ? Don’t make sense
Cut my knuckles losing it
Cut some ties finding i
Cut some trees to calm I
Press play roll a j
I’m in enlightened by the Buddha
I don’t fuck with no Judas
Play my mother fucken roll like Cuba
Grab a jacked I’m just getting cooler
Getting high throughout this town
This palm tree won’t turn down
How many fucks is a **** supposed to give?
Drifting, drifting drifting drifting
Drifting, drifting drifting drifting
Looking at the ceiling tryna catch that feeling
Voices in my head always saying something different
How much signal does a **** have left
I’m just following the sunshine
Watch my footprints leave with the wind
Don’t hold no gat cause my brain might splash. why? I don’t know
I don’t show what makes me low
I don’t know where I should go
My mind got no loca
And that is okay
It keep me okay
Mary keep me okay
Miseducated misfit
Bump my head to this shit
Demons they keep calling
And I keep calling back
Like was sup
You good
Roll some
Cold one?
Cold one?
**** dying out like a fucken light bulb
Still slaves, they just chained it to the fucken light bulb
Banks only loan you money just to grab a hold on you
Souls being sold on the JSE
It’s an auction
Guess every **** gotta eat
There’s a mouth to feed
Gotta make that bread
Or just maak a plan
And and and kill him and kill her
Motheerfuck you
My rents due
Those jays cool
This nose cool
So who you
Do I know?
If I do man Then it’s business
But, it’s just paper
It’s just linen
It’s just Cotten
Don’t want to end up in a coffin wearing Cotten for a peice of Cotten
Rather fucken OD
On some other news
Moms still unpaid
Maybe because everything is man made
I think it’s the left brain
Written by: Esperanza Splalding, Pharoah Saunders, Thabang Neo Gwena
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