Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who I Am , by - Kwesta. Release date: 29.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who I Am |
| Nothing reminds me of who I am |
| I tried to find him in who I’m not |
| See my type was never in her plans |
| Manje i-MCM yakhe incel' i-quart |
| I used to have dreams about finding dreams |
| Nowadays I’m having dreams about dying dreams |
| I wanna die it seems everybody might agree |
| I gave this shit my all but ain’t nobody gave me half of me |
| I need time please, my daughter and I miss this |
| I need time and peace but they offer time-pieces |
| And if that time-piece on your wrist, really is made of ice |
| Can you please be kind enough to freeze this |
| «Uno Momento» I, grew from the ghetto |
| You, knew me as Senzo, now it’s dude with the best flow |
| Yah, and everything is free or so I thought |
| But this shit cost me the memories of me, who am I |
| My mother told me |
| My mother tells me nothing now |
| My mother gave me many things |
| But it’s not right for to be my mother’s everything |
| But I think I am, and my brother knows |
| And my sister knows, and I think my father knows |
| I remind me of me, lost myself when I put all my pride on a beat |
| I just had to be dope, get recognized as an eMCee |
| Since all o' y’all are woke, I hope you find me when you sleep |
| I used to write about you, mara outie yam' angisakwazi |
| Ang’sazi how it was, ngathi ngidinga uk’balancwa |
| Used to write about you, but now I think it’s strange how |
| You became a stranger, lost in the paintbrush |
| The art was us, the bars was madness |
| Your heart found love, your love found marriage |
| Your friends made friends, your pen met fans |
| You ends then met, you made them dance |
| And this I felt, when I was on the road and I missed myself |
| I said, this I felt, when I was on the road and I missed myself |
| And everything was free or so I thought |
| This shit cost me the memories of me |
| Nothing reminds me of who I am |
| I tried to find him in who I’m not |
| See my type was never in her plans |
| Manje i-MCM yakhe incel' i-quart |
| Nothing reminds me of who I am |
| I tried to find him in who I’m not |
| See my type was never in her plans |
| Manje i-MCM yakhe incel' i-quart |
| Bheka, I look just like how I remember |
| Back when my rhyme book could provide me with answers |
| Back when my lines shook and retired some rappers |
| Manje ngifunana ne-hook ezovala u-December |
| Now I got everybody vibing to the bassline |
| Look I got everybody smiling but where’s mine? |
| Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining life’s good |
| I got some money in the bank, boy ang’tefi, how dare I |
| But am I who I wanted to be when I got here |
| Or did I leave who I needed when I got here |
| Am I seeking for reason or is it quite clear |
| That everything changed colour with the dyed hair |
| Yeah, I look just like all I forgot |
| The innocence of Buttabing and the world in my pot |
| Back when everybody was hot |
| And I was looking for a pass, instead of taking my shot |
| Yeah, ukuthi ngiflop' |
| Rapping my ass off, and still barely making the crops |
| Steady ngibaqedile bonke, eventually gave me my props |
| Manje sebethi ngiyiboss, ng’bhek' ama-Profit and Losses |
| He eh, ubani lo? |
| Hay' angimazi mina lomuntu obala imali so |
| All up in the gram, uphila i-life sho |
| But he don’t live for his real friends who died for him |
| Hhm, amnesia, kodwa makaya e-studio it’s «I need’ya» |
| Hhm, timekeeper, please let him know it’s quarter passed leisure |
| Ngoba siyam’dinga |
| Lo ak’siyi le type engathi i-life iyam’lead-a |
| Yeah, kodwa i-waar yinja, ngoba naye makes’bheka ngathi angazi phika |
| Rhaa phoo sies, fok the chankura imsind' inhloko |
| It got dude but a dick and balls |
| I guess time took him, gone |
| I guess I created a beast |
| I made a lot of promises that I can barely keep |
| Like I’mma be by your side in the face of defeat |
| And hold you down, at least 'til they play me a beat |
| Mculo ndini, bhuk' ung’yenzeni |
| I used to be that young dude with a book and a pen |
| On your porch, ngikhokhoda but lutho ungaveli |
| And khani uvula manje, I knew this shit then |
| Yeah, I love you though |
| I know my woman probably thinks I love you more |
| Yeah, and we start arguing |
| And during that I probably say «ah, you win» |
| I know, corny shit, call me back |
| I tried to call you, izokhona yini? |
| Yeah, I’m on my Cornor shit |
| You said you’d call, kodwa ang’sa khoni, usa khona yini? |
| Uhm, what’s this about? |
| Trying to get to your or the biggest amount |
| Ngicela ungang’doubt-i, I’m still a king |
| Just a lot shit to figure out |
| I need you now |