It’s a Sunday morning/ Mna ndivuke ndiphethwe sis’tlama/ It’s a sunny morning/'Could have sworn I had a dream last night but/ I’m not sure where I am/ And I’m not certain of my plan

Please, feed me./thina siyacela, please feed me.

So I kick a step and find this foreign kitchen/Open up the fridge/Praying for something hot/ something chilly/Feed me./ Feed me/My tummy needs a freedom of expression I don’t have/So I take a moment, need to reassess this/If I call the popo will they help or arrest me/What sort of people call this home,/ Do they have a phone/ Can I charm’em/ can I skeem’em/ can I bum some beedie off’em/Ndicel ubuz ikhon ibeedie?/

Please, please. Please, feed me

Ndithi Skuif, xa kukhon iBeedie please feed me.

Sippidy sippidy da brooski then vo/ Da puffin n passin got smoke in my eyes/ shots to da head of da jäger/ swingin ma dreads like rasta/ jammin n jammin to Zion/ Flexing and posing for insta/ combos with Bettie's siya shisa/ dialing my ex like I miss ya/c an/ I /see /you/ again/ paauuuse/ back do da bar shots to da head/ round after round got me fading again/ bite on the left /drinking n driving/ back to the crib now we sticking n jiving/ chattin n vibing vibing/ batman n robin robin/ all through the night till the neighbors come knocking knocking / Dis man in da mirror I don't know/ Dis girl in my bed was a no go/ but we here now now now/ She gots to go now now now/ Woza nge stoney ngik' phuze/ Woza nge Nandos ngi liner/ Woza nge phone ngi belle/ Bamba a grand you can spend/ Si calale le party nga busha/ Awuze nge combo ngi shinche/ Ziwa the best in the morning/ My celly been dead I ain't worried/ Dialing the members awe/ Awu fike nge vodka ne dash/ Uphonele ubae naba ngani/ Si moshe gabusha nge nkani