Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song South Africa, artist - 2020. Date of issue: 31.05.2019
Song language: English
South Africa |
| Yo, 6 zones from home |
| And I’m walking up Elephant’s Eye |
| On Table Mountain there’s no name that is relevant, I |
| Took a chill pill |
| Killed a bottle of elegant wine |
| Got my chill fill drinking liquor that’s top of the line |
| In South Africa, nobody know my name |
| Nobody got opinions, yeah, we are one in the same |
| And nobody talkin' Trump |
| Nobody kicking blame |
| And nobody give a fuck enough to be taking aim |
| At me |
| (Yeah) I’m on vacation, I’m just a part of the tides, yeah |
| Hillside elevation, I’m parting with all divides, yeah |
| Translation, I’m not where you are |
| And all the trouble back at home is just way too far |
| And all the comments on my page that I could take to heart |
| Are all stuck in the same country that I left my car |
| All the people that been bitching bout my repertoire |
| Will never come between myself and this seaside bar |
| Yo, yeah |
| One in a thousand, browsing the cloudiness of my brain |
| Clowning myself but never been doubting surrounding flame |
| Loud and supporting shouting and counting in other names |
| All of us out here dreaming' so all of us are the same |
| We’re the same! |
| We’re the same, yeah, yeah |
| Said we’re the same, we’re the same, yeah |
| We’re the same with different flows |
| Same goals but different clothes |
| Now Protege, watcha doin' man |
| Watcha doin' man |
| Listening to these chumps man I don’t know what the problem is |
| Aggravated cause they haven’t made it, they the bottom bitch |
| Just remain anonymous |
| I continue to prosper and |
| Maybe they ain’t have the f- sense to know what a profit is |
| With 20/20 (vision see) |
| That I don’t need to co-sign |
| Addicted to my rhymes and it must’ve been all the dope lines |
| Plus my flow divine got em ape shit the whole time |
| Let’s see how many primates it takes to have a bovine |
| We’re |
| Six zones from home y’all know that I rap raw |
| Six hoes six O’s y’all know that’s a dropped jaw |
| Six foes slit throats you know that i’mma kill em all with |
| Slicker flows and sick shows though I don’t need applause |
| (For murder) |
| See that’s the shit that I’m contemplating |
| For these men |
| Strolling complaining just want to whine like ladies |
| Bitch smack attacking em Savage until they cry like babies |
| Or a bunch of mother fucking kids I guess these Tom’s are Brady’s |
| Oh |
| We’re the same, we’re the same, what the fuck you mean |
| Coming at me and fuck a diss bitch it’s a eulogy |
| All of this distance exhibit differences tween you and me |
| Hold the phone I gotta (ring) holla 20 what you need |
| Yo I need the bass knockin' |
| I need the snare slappin' |
| I need a sea breeze leading me to keep rapping |
| I’m sick of dreaming, it is stupid and disturbingly fake |
| The people I get while sleeping sleep on me while I’m awake |
| But nothing’s real when I’m standing on the south tip of Africa |
| Might as well be chillin' in a high rise in Malaga |
| I found my peace in Botanical Gardens, ya feel |
| I found relief |
| At Agulhas, with honest appeal |
| On to me |
| They been capping calling me a wannabe |
| But on God |
| I’ll be whatever the fuck I wanna be |
| When I’m on |
| I’m your one and only like monogamy |
| Shark in a pond |
| In a saturated rap economy (yeah) |
| I shut the doubters down like load shedding |
| In an open ocean but I don’t know where my boat’s heading |
| I didn’t pour my heart and soul to get so little respect |
| Thank God I got a place to keep that shit from having effect |
| South Africa |