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Waahli - Kote lyrics

Artist: Waahli

album: Black Soap


Hey yO! I'm here to move some cakes, just to make a little bread/
Got a mouth to feed and gotta keep a roof over my head
Sak kouri pa janm rive
Fortun' malonèt pa janm dire
Fortun' malonèt pa janm dire
A day in my shoes its like a palm tree /
Warm breeze coconut juice, to slap my tongue loose
And trying to reboot from this loop who brought me this scoop/
Don't trying to double deuce or else you'll get reduced
My excursion, its to strap my pumas tie my laces/
Gotta go to work, daaam... I'm already late
I'm chasing my tail them bells ringing /
Still haven't punched the card & lord god knows
That these facts are on the board
They've got us well lock at the bottom sipping rum/
I gotta run, the bus is coming, the driver can't see me
I guess today I didn't wear my white shoes
Majestically, I'm humming the blues
Give a quarter to this guy on the corner
Who's blowing the horns
Please don't sneeze too much or you might loose more
Also don't jump too high or you might hit the floor
Travellers of dark sands seeking an oasis
Oasis the basic, like the index, to reach one's inner bliss,
In a instance the day i said no,
Yes i knew i existed Inside high my holy discotheque
Hey yO! I'm here to move some cakes, just to make a little bread/
Got a mouth to feed and gotta keep a roof over my head
Sak kouri pa janm rive/
Fortun' malonèt pa janm dire
Fortun' malonèt pa janm dire
Hey yO! one plus one gives birth to harmony
Tree trinity reside within me and spanning to my extremities/
Five alive i jive with no lies seven to four twenty third
I was descending through curves/
To serve this holy body godly, once heard/
Not like the nine eleven, that brought terror in the south of heaven/
I triple the five my soul, that equals to fifteen,
Is the year that I've discovered this rap
I'm not trap between two doors and trying to wave a four_ four,
I'm a candidate who cultivate and while I explore,
By the shore the soul of four millions slaves of maybe more,
One_ Five_ 0_ plus years, & still no forty acres,
Some want things like four wheels, two girls cuz that's real,
To watch and stand still, see the devil got skills
And waahli is one of ninety-nine and I carry no nine
This 21 st century use love to multiply, multiply, multiply ...
Hey yO! I'm here to move some cakes, just to make a little bread/
Got a mouth to feed and gotta keep a roof over my head
Sak kouri pa janm rive/
Fortun' malonèt pa janm dire
Fortun' malonèt pa janm dire

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