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would reach 26
Cape Town, a dark place deep behind his beauty
It makes all our toughest hoods look all sweet and fruity
So who are we to say who struggled

I’m coming straight out of Cape Town
A crazy motherfucker named Youngsta
Vanni south side is nog Wynberg op my kante
I had toys but I always played

You like music from rap to gospel
But ya prolly neva heard nobody rap the gospel
Different sound but the truth's the same
With no choirs no bands but

You talk out yo neck
That stuff is not in the Bible
You tryna write your own gospel
You Aristotle, yeah you got PHILOSOPHY
But your THEOLOGY
Is kinda

me sior
Chant of the GLC like a gospel choir,
We've got the hardware like Brandon Tool Hire

We got, transformers robots in disguise,
Huge big up

a sacrifice
This is bigger than me
It's for a greater good
I went to cape town, had a breakdown
Mozambique seen a man face down
Took blows to the head
Boy it's

Oh Cape Frost's got
Its fangs in him
With its frozen shores
Fit for ice fishin'

No, no sunny beach
Ripe cabana lovin'
Preach Brave New World
Gotta

I told my sisters they can be anything they wanna be (wanna be)
That's fine with me I'll help em out
My little brother down in Cape Town doing
What

Sing Me Back Home [Alternate Take; Alternate Take; Bonus Track]

The Flying Burrito Brothers

Close Up the Honky-Tonks

1974

alive
And take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die

And I remember Sunday evening 
When a choir came in from town
Just

Sing Me Back Home

The Flying Burrito Brothers

Sleepless Nights

1976

alive
And take me away and turn back the years
Sing me back home before I die

And I remember Sunday evening 
When a choir came in from town
Just

and gentlemen
Please welcome the Main Street gospel choir

Go to sleep (Go to sleep) 
Count somе sheep (Count some sheep)
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep count

Geechi Suede
Plus, I know somebody that know somebody
Grandma's favorite, Hov would relate
That's why we chop and cape
Known for the faith
Move

road laced with paddy melon seed
Rusted swing sets are grown over and under
With Patterson's Curse and crawling cape weed
The backyards give way

dead
And then you'll be all alone

Time just has this way of tearing
Down the dreams we think we live in
Spinning wheels in motor town
So effed up

stupid high
I get stupid low
Up; Down
With the money
I been goin out of town, smino brown for the money
Like 2016, smi
Runnin from who need me
Dodging all

de Kanairo
I'm Counting money with my eyes closed
Kenyan drill going viral
Like Nyama Choma In Kajiado
From Cape Town hadi Cairo
We spreading out like

of God I'm preaching the gospel he preaching it too my homie
That mark 16 15 my homie
I was In Cape Town they were inspired
Go back to Joburg ignite

Gospel Gangsta's you know how we doing.

Big Homie out in Capetown
Gotta work gotta save time
Talk to me when you got a big bag
I'm spitting real I

Presley to Parkway Drive 
With heavy breakdowns and gospel choirs 

My tastes are a little bit complicated
I go with the flow but I'm just a bit jaded
Get

about attire
How you slept on me so long and you still looking tired
I don't ever panic even if the shit is dire 
I inspire, i'll retire making gospel

Choir singing, gospel verses
Pastor preaching, church service
Whole community in pain
Words can't describe, how the family hurtin
Ya niggas regarding

colder
Shed tears on some nights Frank lends me a shoulder
Preaching to the choir, to the gospel
Why you acting different, shit, it's feeling way too

Drop It Doe Eyes

Los Campesinos!

Hold on Now, Youngster...

2008

like a television screen
And you're in a rut, and I know that you know what I mean
And then the realisation hits
That not even two gospel choirs could

connection
Feel aligned, crossing time
New destinations

Cape Town grounds South Africa, four mountains in Bali
Snow caps on Mt. Fuji send me sailing over