Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Malome, artist - Cassper Nyovest. Album song Refiloe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Kalawa Jazmee
Song language: English
Malome |
Malome, I’m flying out tomorrow |
I’m flying out tomorrow |
I’m going to America (Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh yeah, yeah, yeah) |
I’mma tell em bout your stories, tell them everything you taught me |
Tell them everything you taught me |
Tell em bout your stories, tell them everything you taught me |
Everything you taught me |
Kungcono ukusebenzel' imali |
Kunokuphila ngamandla abantu |
Ubamb' inkunzi ebusuku nemini |
Uphila kabi ngobugebengu |
Malome, I really love this song |
I really love this song |
I’mma sing it everytime I think of you |
I think of you |
Ngithi malome, I really love this song |
I really love this song |
I’mma sing it everytime I think of you |
I think of you, I’mma sing… |
Kungcono ukusebenzel' imali |
Kunokuphila ngamandla abantu |
Ubamb' inkunzi ebusuku nemini |
Uphila kabi ngobugebengu |
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu |
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu |
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu |
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu |
Kungcono ukusebenzel' imali |
Kunokuphila ngamandla abantu |
Ubamb' inkunzi ebusuku nemini |
Uphila kabi ngobugebengu |
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu |
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu |
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu |
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu |
I think I need to slow down |
I think the money got me zoned out |
I mean how many Rolexes do I own now? |
Maybe I should start acting broke now |
Cause my success turned the game into a cold heart |
It got too personal, I can’t handle the energy |
I can’t go out no more I got too many enemies |
I get the feeling that all my niggas is scared of me |
Everything changed when I started paying them salaries |
Ain’t fun anymore |
My bodyguard don’t leave his gun anymore |
Me and my dad never have one-on-ones anymore |
Man, hago tshwan' anymore |
My mom is proud but she says she feel like she don’t have a son anymore |
I don’t enjoy the shit I got anymore |
Can’t even turn up with the squad anymore |
Endorsement deals got me living like I won Idols |
I’m squeaky clean, I don’t wanna piss the companies off |
But I ain’t worked this hard to be a prisoner |
Lord send me an angel, I need a miracle |
I need answers I tried to remain good |
When Pac died, I’m one of the people that blamed Suge |
Why we so quick to judge? |
Why do we think we know everything? |
Why am I so scared of the wedding ring? |
Why do I drink this Hennessy like it’s medicine? |
I mean it’s pretty clear my success offends niggas |
Y’all really try to catch up, I commend niggas |
I know taking me down is the plan niggas |
But y’all ain’t half as dedicated as I am niggas |
Look, growing up I never had nothing |
So I’ll never get used to the fact that I have money |
But you motherfuckers will never get it though |
But it’s cool, we could let it go |