Malome, I'm flying out tomorrow
I'm flying out tomorrow
I'm going to America (Ooh yeah,
yeah, yeah, ooh yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'mma tell em bout your stories,
tell them everything you taught
me
Tell them everything you taught
me
Tell em bout your stories, tell
them everything you taught me
Everything you taught me
Kungcono ukusebenzel' imali
Kunokuphila ngamandla abantu
Ubamb' inkunzi ebusuku nemini
Uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Malome, I really love this song
I really love this song
I'mma sing it everytime I think
of you
I think of you
Ngithi malome, I really love this
song
I really love this song
I'mma sing it everytime I think
of you
I think of you, I'mma sing...
Kungcono ukusebenzel' imali
Kunokuphila ngamandla abantu
Ubamb' inkunzi ebusuku nemini
Uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Kungcono ukusebenzel' imali
Kunokuphila ngamandla abantu
Ubamb' inkunzi ebusuku nemini
Uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
I think I need to slow down
I think the money got me zoned
out
I mean how many Rolexes do I own
now?
Maybe I should start acting broke
now
Cause my success turned the
game into a cold heart
It got too personal, I can't
handle the energy
I can't go out no more I got too
many enemies
I get the feeling that all my
niggas is scared of me
Everything changed when I
started paying them salaries
Ain't fun anymore
My bodyguard don't leave his
gun anymore
Me and my dad never have one-
on-ones anymore
Man, hago tshwan' anymore
My mom is proud but she says
she feel like she don't have a
son anymore
I don't enjoy the shit I got
anymore
Can't even turn up with the
squad anymore
Endorsement deals got me living
like I won Idols
I'm squeaky clean, I don't wanna
piss the companies off
But I ain't worked this hard to
be a prisoner
Lord send me an angel, I need a
miracle
I need answers I tried to remain
good
When Pac died, I'm one of the
people that blamed Suge
Why we so quick to judge?
Why do we think we know
everything?
Why am I so scared of the
wedding ring?
Why do I drink this Hennessy like
it's medicine?
I mean it's pretty clear my
success offends niggas
Y'all really try to catch up, I
commend niggas
I know taking me down is the plan
niggas
But y'all ain't half as dedicated
as I am niggas
Look, growing up I never had
nothing
So I'll never get used to the fact
that I have money
But you motherfuckers will never
get it though
But it's cool, we could let it go
