D / Dibi / Losing Soul (Ft. Love, Sechaba)
[Chorus] [?]
[Verse 1] Oh man, fuck this feeling The way I'm so high, I can touch this ceiling Talking that bull, no fucks given I'm in that mood, I can touch some women Look close at the city lights, step back, man it's pretty bright All that glitters isn't gold, but I'm sorry that it's pretty nice You met me at the right time I was new trying to get acquainted to the city life But I couldn't really get there Rest there, fresh air is what I needed Now the desk there, P.E. I'm the best there Mama told you Jozi got the wicked ways are the worst there I guess this is what happens when you do not listen to mama I had to loosen my blessings to karma I am not sure if it's passion or honour Fuck it, those days when I got detention All those pips around me, I forgot to mention I've been at the top, so this is not ascension When you got the blessings You know God invested in a young nigga Who just got destined I know some niggas need a lot of lessons I'm the one, nigga, not a lot of pressure And I'm done, nigga, not a lot of effort Hope you got the message You might also like The Online Dating Interlude Dibi Unapologetic (Freestyle) Dibi Hyenas J-Smash [Chorus] Falling apart You never thought your world could stop Another big bag Your soul is screaming trying to reach that Feel it, can you believe it? What's wrong, you're losing soul [?]
[Verse 2] Oh man, fuck these women Way too fly to be stuck in feelings Pro told me "Good luck, go get em!" I don't need no luck, I'm winning Look close in my eyes, [?] Then I spoke to the guys I told em I'm moving closer to God, yeah On top of that I wrote a note to the stars I told em bitches do a lot like I [?] Man, you lost your soul Came to get it, now you lost control Digging gold, now you got your own Getting hotter, gotta watch the tone Golide-golide (Golide!) Ndiphile-ndiphile, hey wena, o sile Ankwazi uk' qhubheka, I think ngi cibile I think ku phelile between you and I I was do or die, I thought you would try I got suit and tie for the funeral of what was you and I We went suicide, I need explanation, don't need you to lie Yes, I needed distance [?] on the grind Guess I had to leave my heart on the side Guess these days I got a lot on my mind [?] so much harder to shine, but I gotta shine Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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