Lyrics:
the vibe in the room (We could run it back like another time) Way she wa...tchin'...o...ver...me (Run it back like another time) Borrowdale Brooke Borrowdale
you needed to quit But you pride Made you wanna go against the tide My flow makes the gourd burst From Borrowdale to Broadhurst I tried to tell you not
my breath It's Borrowdale son you know what I rep This dawg fell from the shoulders of death and landed on yo neck nigga Bitches askin is he really
my breath It's Borrowdale son you know what I rep This dawg fell from the shoulders of death and landed on yo neck nigga Bitches askin is he really
Tichitamba tichifara,tichitamba tichifara Glen Norah ,Borrowdale ,Mufombi, Kambuzuma Tichitamba tichifara,tichitamba tichifara, Oh Harare helele Helele helele
To clash cold iron in jealous fight. The blood-red berries, the ghostly shapes Those fraternal four The yews of Borrowdale stand guard over the grassless
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