Lyrics FUTURE BABY - Die Antwoord

FUTURE BABY

Future baby, gimme a sign
Baby boy, yo, one day I gon' make you mine
Future baby, jy’s so kwaai
Crazy boy, I think about you all the time
Future baby, gimme a sign
Baby boy, yo, one day I gon' make you mine
Future baby, jy’s so kwaai
Crazy boy, I think about you all the time
Future baby, gimme a sign
Baby boy, yo, one day I gon' make you mine
I’m on that next murdered out flow Level X full muddafuckin' flex
Big fat cribs, sick black whips, yes, da gods are blessed
Big bedroom in the back of the tour bus smells like sex
Zef af rock big gold chains round our necks
Golden grin golden wrists golden fist grip a golden mic
Spit giftige shit like a muddafukin' cobra strike
Boss of da fuckin' game quick to kill, but slow to fight
Cry to the angels, the stars explode tonight
Future baby, jy’s so kwaai
Crazy boy, I think about you all the time
Future baby, gimme a sign
Baby boy, yo, one day I gon make you mine
Future baby, jy’s so kwaai
Crazy boy, I think about you all the time
Future baby, gimme a sign
Baby boy, yo, one day I gon make you mine