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Artiste : AKA
Titre : Last Time
I, told you once and I told you before
That love is s´posed to be something more than a pastime
I said I, dust myself off and make my way to the next time

This is the last time

I´m coming with the full court press (Yes)
Transnet, school of excellence (Yeah)
All black uniform, that´s that Nike tech (Of course)
Tshabalala, Mexico, the corner of the net (You know)
This the wall of Jericho, we sittin´ on your neck (Yeah)
Mega, it´s a miracle, you came back from the dead (Okay)
This journey is spiritual but don´t forget the bread
Remember what Makhado said, just take care of the kids (Go)
Zakes on the decks (Yeah), dlala Afro-Tech
Zaka-zaka, zaka-zaka, more elastic bands

At the top, Kilimanjaro, South Ah is the flag (Let´s go)
Shout out Johnny Clegg, Khuli Chana living legend
Blessed, time, I guess I stood the test
Jesus is the gas, I got too much in the tank

I, told you once and I told you before
That love is s´posed to be something more than a pastime
I said I, dust myself off and make my way to the next time
This is the last time

Okay, first things first, I gotta give thanks
All protocol observed to the big Man
The prodigal son returns, my ego in ashes
Had to come down to Earth and read a few chapters
Genesis, Mathew, built my own statue

I was movin´ too fast, US that travel
Paris, c´est la vie, they tell me "Bonjour"
And I got receipts, Space Jam, corncobs
Brands you ain´t see, even Virgil Ablohs
I been ´round the world, I´m on my fourth passport
At the forth front of the game, a fuckin´ pioneer
Took my shots to the chest, they hung me by the neck
Sacrificed my reputation, drew lines in the sand
So the next generation don´t have to bow their head
When hit the head was Zahara
Even Tuks Seenganga
Rhythmic Elements, Mi Casa
Jabba, Amu, Teargas, Skwatta
Selwyn say a prayer
Just dip me in the water so I can start again

Connected to the ash and the soil
The flats and the poikie kos boil
It´s hot in the Corrolla, East gate bolders, mhm
Nobody is too rich for Oros
Bryanston to Sosha, Mass Country is culture

I, told you once and I told you before
That love is s´posed to be something more than a pastime
I said I, dust myself off and make my way to the next time
This is the last time