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Or the hand that squeezes on your soul
You're gonna break it
When you push back
I know we can
Feel like we're strangers in the same room
Divided by some stupid

skin
I should have known that this would end
You left me here in the sand
Freezing in some unknown land
Oh you left me stranded
I am open handed
How are

People of the future world
Silicon hearts
As rare as a shooting star

This dream sequence of deepest waters and foreign sands
Is brought to you by

the only one you treated like this?

I was played by your game
Didn't know losing you
Is the prize that awaits

And now I'm broken
You left me hanging
You

out
I'll never be the one by your side still
I'll never see you and hear
How something is wrong or that something worked out

AndIi'm not a spaceship

I'm sittin' outside
Just watchin' the world collide
My friends by my side
And everything seems alright
We run through the street
We trip in our feet

This is the real action, the pot parking, the trippers
The grasshoppers, the hip ones
All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite
Things began

the rick then I drown
Got ice on my bitch make her drown
Racks going round
Like a merry go 'round
Turn up with my gang
Always smoke by the pound
Then got

of Your Lord!
Save my whole house by this scarlet cord!

There was a woman rendering judgement
She sat all day beneath a Palm tree
There was sin within

leading to
Hollow deeds, devoid of grace

Sleepless nights, In the bed of deceit
Broken is the back, In the ethereal throne
Crushed by the burden,

for the will to try
Wanting to let go
But so far from my home
The light in me
Trapped by this succession
Of anxiety
Wanting it all to go away
Gravity

Nothing is enough
I asked in doubt
Smoking by the pound
Till
I can't touch
The ground
Loves my lust
Can you hear me now
Greeds my drug
And I built this

the tip
Said "tell me when you finished, baby girl, this is it!"

Smokin' on a wood while I'm sippin' my drank
B*itch wanted some coke but i sold her some

bitch I'm coming
You start running
Don't wanna die tonight
Flying my kite up in the sky
All this time is passing by
I'm shaking up in freight
Guess you

I grew up by a river
Down stream from a tannery
Sometimes the smell was so bad
You did your best not to breathe
And with my best friend, Slim

We won't repent
Don't need your consent
As we bring the sound to these stages
This place is shattered
The one thing that matters
The energy spreads

down by some niggas that I use to call my brothers my eyes open
But I leave it to the man upstairs
This time boy I came prepared
Pops use to to tell me

to consume us yearns
It calls but we ne'er turn
We will not yield nor break our line
For we are marching to the Shrine
Our savior not be done by the sage
For

Promise my progress is grossly misunderstood
Process with prophets cuz this boss seeks bliss and good
Battered by seas snakes that slither in silver

Let me talk about this girl, she's unbelievable
Body like an hour glass, time with her is achievable
Met her on an off chance, my luck was unbeatable

I gotta get out my own way
I been so low I don't feel no more pain
I'm numb aye
The only way I see fit is to be lit
Got a boldface
I don't really

that way before
Knew I had to take a shot
Don't have much money, this loving is all I got
I've got a face for radio, a voice for silent film
You're out

BAAKO NEKYOKOLAWO LYRICS BY SYLVESTER KABOMBO

Chorus X2 (Ian Kagimbo)

Okukyuusa ensi eno ebenungi 
eri gwe nange  baako nekyokolawo
Okufuula ensi

Everything I do, I do for you
Just give me the word and I come through 
Ain't gotta be sorry for saying you love me
This is my promise to you
I'll give my last