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oorwin
En ek struikel met my letsels by jou vergifnis in

Sing sag Sophia
Die nag kruip deur die krake
Bid lank Sophia
Die vyand wag in die laning

En sing

En die engele kom my haal
Het ek jou lief
Ek het jou lief my moeder taal

Sy't blomme in haar hare
As sy omkyk deur die lanings van sy hart
Sy draai

never changing
We coping whips wit no payment
Im working hard but not slaving
You crashing out cause you racing
I like to stay in my laning
If I go who da

I’m in the middle of fast Laning and cash chasing
I make a pitstop into the gas station
Two swishers please
So I can switch the scene to my Victory

buitekring, dis tyd vir kleurbuis in die laning

vlei
Dit huil by die bobbejaankrans
Dit dreun met die laning langs
Oor die plein kom dit aangedans

En niemand skenk aandag daaraan
Want daar’s niemand

Broken chiming
The holy ghost
Holy signing
The colour way stays greed
The way it stays grazing
Painting all the mazing
So I can't see the laning
Reflection

over super nova bitch I'm laning bitch
Call me Sob oh nigga lane switch
Got all that motherfuckin oo I hate shit

We’ve lost all track of time
But it’s all meant to be
That’s you telling me 

Abstract paintings like Picasso
Fast track laning in Toronto
Time to stop

Fuck your race
I'm chasing and laning
Switching lanes
We up T-1-A-O.

I can't believe I'm flying
Then we fuck your face up
To the sky in the meat

Out here left laning it's just me and Ralph This bitch freaky off the añejo, you she a alc
Soon as them boys step in the spot, we gon see em'out
If I

Tilt, not
Tilt-proof, Tilt, aha
Tilt-proof, Tilt, not

So does winning
Or losing change your ways
Do you feel a stress to the bone
As they take the laning

Terwyl dit saggies om ons heen
In die laning reën en ons twee hardloop

Kaalvoet in die reën
En ons stap kaalvoet en alleen
Die druppels val om ons heen

Sy Afrikanerbees staan nou heup diep in die Smutsvingergras
En sy tjom deur se PTO maak die mooiste geraas
Hy plant patatas in die lanings
Daar so

Kaalvoet in die reën, ons twee stap kaalvoet en alleen
Terwyl dit saggies om ons heen in die laning reën, en
Ons twee hardloop kaalvoet in die reën

Keep waiting
Nothing gonna change from waiting
Moving with the left laning
Fair gaming
Blow up over night Past latent
In and out the bank Fuck dating
In

vomit
Word to me, I'm wild like Dean Street in '93
I smoked away my home training
And now I'm in the future just memory laning

All up to Brooklyn,