Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eksie ou , by - Jack Parow. Song from the album Eksie Ou, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: Afrikaans
Eksie ou(original) |
| Eksie eksie ou |
| E-e-e-e-eksie ou |
| Eksie eksie ou |
| E-e-e-e-eksie ou |
| Hello (x2) |
| Voor die gym voor dit opmaak, met 'n protein shake |
| 2ure op die treadmill anders is ons spyt |
| Men’s Health covers, voel altyd fokken great |
| Want al wat regtig tel in die lewe is hoe jy lyk |
| In die bed teen 8uur met 'n goeie fokken boek |
| Groot in die bolyf, maar lig in die broek |
| Tel die Energade op, brandy moet jy neersit |
| Hang nog by clubs uit al is ons amper 40 |
| Date net dom blondes, want dis fokken maklik |
| Probeer heeltyd diep wees, maar bly oppervlakig |
| Lifestyle centres en Clinique for men |
| Lifestyle blogs, lyk soos Barbie se Ken |
| Pims en fokken lemonade, Kauai en Buzz |
| Nul personality, life enhancing drugs |
| So klap jou fokken hanne vir die moffies met die guns |
| En kom soek Parow by die bar as jy lus is vir 'n man |
| Sit heel voor in die kerk, ons lewe bo ons ryk |
| Ons bid alweer werk, die bediende moet mos stryk |
| Kaarte by Woolworths en Edgars accounts |
| Country Road vat my huis toe, die last boy scout |
| Nog 'n huisie in 'n kompleks, twee karre innie garage |
| Mugg en Bean breakfasts, eet net Ceaser salaads |
| Bybel in die handsak, maar as dit moeilik gaan dan skei ons |
| Cafe op die straat hoek, maar as ons iets soek dan ry ons |
| Mannies en peddies, botox en lifts |
| Tuinboys en nannies, mouldy en miff |
| Ons huis lyk soos 'n ad vir Mr. |
| Price Home |
| Ons almal fokken lyk soos moerse nice clones |
| Getroud met Mr. |
| Min, gemis deur min |
| Bloed rooi fokken lipstick en hare mooi geperm |
| Familie vakansies op Knysna of Plett |
| Asb kan iemand ons net fokken red |
| Ons dra brille sonder lense, bly in open plan flats |
| Vol bal en klou tafels en opgerolde yoga mats |
| Side path hairstyles en sailor tattoos |
| Ons Facebook vol gepak van fotos van on shoes |
| Rook net tabak deur ou oom pype |
| Dit proe dalk soos kak maar dit lyk baie greater |
| Nog 'n kak fotograaf, nog 'n Ice fokken model |
| Nog 'n graphic designer, nog 'n Valpre bottle |
| Vintage fokken klere, ryk soos homeless shelters |
| Probeer almal different wees, maar lyk die fokken selfde |
| Praat met n aksent maar kom van die kaap af |
| Jy kan ons drop in 'n music video straight vanie straat af |
| Ons almal speel in bands, maar speel nooit fokken shows nie |
| Ons is almal self-conscious omdat niemand ons onthou nie |
| Nog 'n band uit die paarl, nog 'n waste of space |
| Nog 'n and Union bier, nog fokol om te wys |
| Sandwich by Superette, wyn by Power and the Glory |
| Meestal by die bar want ons lewens is te boring |
| Nog 'n klein bietjie makeup, lyk soos 'n post mortom |
| Nog 'n pose, nog 'n smile, nog 'n album op We Are Awesome |
| (translation) |
| Action exie old |
| E-e-e-e-eksie ou |
| Action exie old |
| E-e-e-e-eksie ou |
| Hello (x2) |
| In front of the gym before making it up, with a protein shake |
| 2 hours on the treadmill otherwise we are sorry |
| Men's Health covers, always feel fucking great |
| Because all that really counts in life is how you look |
| In bed at 8am with a good fucking book |
| Large in the upper body, but light in the trousers |
| Pick up the Energade, brandy you have to put down |
| Still hanging out at clubs even though we are almost 40 |
| Do not date stupid blondes, because it's fucking easy |
| Try to be deep all the time, but stay superficial |
| Lifestyle centers in Clinique for men |
| Lifestyle blogs, look like Barbie's Ken |
| Pims and Fucking Lemonade, Kauai and Buzz |
| Zero personality, life enhancing drugs |
| So clap your fucking hands for the moffies with the favor |
| And come look for Parow at the bar if you fancy a man |
| Sit at the very front of the church, we live above our empire |
| We pray for work again, the servant must iron |
| Cards at Woolworths and Edgars accounts |
| Country Road takes me home, the last boy scout |
| Another cottage in a complex, two cars in garage |
| Mugg and Bean Breakfasts, Do Not Eat Ceaser Salads |
| Bible in the handbag, but if it's going to be difficult then we separate |
| Cafe on the street corner, but if we're looking for something then we drive |
| Mannies and peddies, botox and lifts |
| Garden boys and nannies, moldy and miff |
| Our house looks like an ad for Mr. |
| Price Home |
| We all fucking look like morse nice clones |
| Married to Mr. |
| Few, missed by few |
| Blood red fucking lipstick and hair nicely paired |
| Family holidays in Knysna or Plett |
| Please can someone fucking save us |
| We wear glasses without lenses, stay in open plan flats |
| Full ball and claw tables and rolled up yoga mats |
| Side path hairstyles and sailor tattoos |
| Our Facebook packed with photos of on shoes |
| Just smoke tobacco through old uncle pipes |
| It may taste like shit but it looks much bigger |
| Another shit photographer, another Ice fucking model |
| Another graphic designer, another Valpre bottle |
| Vintage fucking clothes, rich as homeless shelters |
| Trying to be all different, but the fucking looks the same |
| Speak with an accent but come from the Cape |
| You can drop us off in a music video straight down the street |
| We all play in bands, but never play fucking shows |
| We are all self-conscious because no one remembers us |
| Another band from Paarl, another waste of space |
| Another and Union beer, another fokol to show |
| Sandwich by Superette, wine by Power and the Glory |
| Mostly at the bar because our lives are too boring |
| Another little bit of makeup, looks like a post mortom |
| Another pose, another smile, another album on We Are Awesome |