| Nothing reminds me of who I am
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| I tried to find him in who I’m not
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| See my type was never in her plans
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| Manje i-MCM yakhe incel' i-quart
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| I used to have dreams about finding dreams
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| Nowadays I’m having dreams about dying dreams
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| I wanna die it seems everybody might agree
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| I gave this shit my all but ain’t nobody gave me half of me
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| I need time please, my daughter and I miss this
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| I need time and peace but they offer time-pieces
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| And if that time-piece on your wrist, really is made of ice
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| Can you please be kind enough to freeze this
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| «Uno Momento» I, grew from the ghetto
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| You, knew me as Senzo, now it’s dude with the best flow
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| Yah, and everything is free or so I thought
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| But this shit cost me the memories of me, who am I
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| My mother told me
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| My mother tells me nothing now
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| My mother gave me many things
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| But it’s not right for to be my mother’s everything
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| But I think I am, and my brother knows
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| And my sister knows, and I think my father knows
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| I remind me of me, lost myself when I put all my pride on a beat
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| I just had to be dope, get recognized as an eMCee
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| Since all o' y’all are woke, I hope you find me when you sleep
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| I used to write about you, mara outie yam' angisakwazi
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| Ang’sazi how it was, ngathi ngidinga uk’balancwa
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| Used to write about you, but now I think it’s strange how
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| You became a stranger, lost in the paintbrush
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| The art was us, the bars was madness
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| Your heart found love, your love found marriage
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| Your friends made friends, your pen met fans
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| You ends then met, you made them dance
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| And this I felt, when I was on the road and I missed myself
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| I said, this I felt, when I was on the road and I missed myself
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| And everything was free or so I thought
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| This shit cost me the memories of me
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| Nothing reminds me of who I am
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| I tried to find him in who I’m not
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| See my type was never in her plans
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| Manje i-MCM yakhe incel' i-quart
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| Nothing reminds me of who I am
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| I tried to find him in who I’m not
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| See my type was never in her plans
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| Manje i-MCM yakhe incel' i-quart
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| Bheka, I look just like how I remember
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| Back when my rhyme book could provide me with answers
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| Back when my lines shook and retired some rappers
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| Manje ngifunana ne-hook ezovala u-December
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| Now I got everybody vibing to the bassline
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| Look I got everybody smiling but where’s mine?
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| Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining life’s good
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| I got some money in the bank, boy ang’tefi, how dare I
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| But am I who I wanted to be when I got here
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| Or did I leave who I needed when I got here
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| Am I seeking for reason or is it quite clear
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| That everything changed colour with the dyed hair
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| Yeah, I look just like all I forgot
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| The innocence of Buttabing and the world in my pot
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| Back when everybody was hot
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| And I was looking for a pass, instead of taking my shot
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| Yeah, ukuthi ngiflop'
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| Rapping my ass off, and still barely making the crops
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| Steady ngibaqedile bonke, eventually gave me my props
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| Manje sebethi ngiyiboss, ng’bhek' ama-Profit and Losses
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| He eh, ubani lo?
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| Hay' angimazi mina lomuntu obala imali so
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| All up in the gram, uphila i-life sho
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| But he don’t live for his real friends who died for him
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| Hhm, amnesia, kodwa makaya e-studio it’s «I need’ya»
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| Hhm, timekeeper, please let him know it’s quarter passed leisure
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| Ngoba siyam’dinga
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| Lo ak’siyi le type engathi i-life iyam’lead-a
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| Yeah, kodwa i-waar yinja, ngoba naye makes’bheka ngathi angazi phika
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| Rhaa phoo sies, fok the chankura imsind' inhloko
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| It got dude but a dick and balls
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| I guess time took him, gone
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| I guess I created a beast
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| I made a lot of promises that I can barely keep
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| Like I’mma be by your side in the face of defeat
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| And hold you down, at least 'til they play me a beat
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| Mculo ndini, bhuk' ung’yenzeni
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| I used to be that young dude with a book and a pen
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| On your porch, ngikhokhoda but lutho ungaveli
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| And khani uvula manje, I knew this shit then
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| Yeah, I love you though
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| I know my woman probably thinks I love you more
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| Yeah, and we start arguing
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| And during that I probably say «ah, you win»
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| I know, corny shit, call me back
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| I tried to call you, izokhona yini?
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| Yeah, I’m on my Cornor shit
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| You said you’d call, kodwa ang’sa khoni, usa khona yini?
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| Uhm, what’s this about?
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| Trying to get to your or the biggest amount
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| Ngicela ungang’doubt-i, I’m still a king
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| Just a lot shit to figure out
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| I need you now |