Trippin

I must be trippin

(Hmmm)

I must be trippin, I must be trippin

The feeling got me

(Burp)

I must be trippin

Even with your belly full

You still want to claim the moon

You want me to think you’re right

If I don’t there’ll be a fight

You sign a paper, start a war

Another kid lost hope tonight

Even you one day will die

Time to stop thinking you’re God

Freaky, freaky Da’ro mad soul

Coming for ya

From the two-eight-dubbel-o

To Angola

With the with the new sound

Of diaspora

Freaky, freaky Da’ro mad soul

Coming for ya

Che, o mundo esta malaik

I must be trippin

(Hmmm)

I must be trippin, I must be trippin

The feeling got me

(Burp)

I must be trippin

Let yourself go, let it all out

If you want to, scream it out loud

We had no choice, born survivors

(Ayuwe)

We didn’t have no hobbies

Cause we didn’t have no moneys

(Catching)

Locked up in my sleeping room

Writing my own bedsores

Freaky, freaky Da’ro mad soul

Coming for ya

From the two-eight-dubbel-o

To Angola

With the with the new sound

Of diaspora

Freaky, freaky Da’ro mad soul

Coming for ya

Bridge:

From the two-eight-dubbel-o

to Angola

With the new sound, new sound

Of diaspora

From the, from the two-eight-dubbel-o

to Angola

With the new sound, new sound

Of diaspora

I must be trippin

(Hmmm)

I must be trippin, I must be trippin

The feeling got me

(Burp)

I must be trippin