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Out of Love
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Amanda Black
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If they wrote a story that's about consistent love
That would be what holds me up and keeps me in the clouds
My mama told me way back then when I was young
She said "When you lose your glory, look for who's gon' hold it down"
Hope you find in me what I found in you
That's a chance here
Deep down I know I am good enough
God knows, God knows this is out of love
Hey, but you too much to love her
And you ain't got too much to offer
There's too much on offer
And too much will off ya
Okay, note to self
Write hard and bring the notes to self
And know yourself
And don't ever say no to self
But please, note is help
Know they only help because they know it helps
Damn
But if you're not making the music, homie, you're the help
I mean
Ngithi ni-culture, ngiyazi iyano, kanti anijampi jive
So manje ngizo jiva kanjani ngazi jivi va?
So I ain't mad at nobody
'Cause nobody turned me into nobody
You cannot claim me, no buddy
Nobody
But we all love it
And if not you then everybody
You talking groove, I'm missing from every party
You talking bruurs, I miss everybody
They said to get rid of my Bible and fire my therapist
I got rid of my title and grounded the Pegasus
They killing their idols, the kids don't have benefits
Turn kings into martyrs, they see by the evidence
Dear Lord, anybody but us
Ngiyazi eqinisweni, it's anybody is us
Anybody is tough, kodwa ke for intwana
If this shit is 'bout hope then please anybody but touch
And don't spare me for saying such
We know praying ain't been enough
That boy pain shit with his brus
Must be painful because his art keeps saving a lot of us
And what we do?
Act like us na angel, ehambe kasi
Well, I'ma say it as I say nothing
Before halos and such and such
Before pen and paper is not enough
Ekse, get your paper but stay in touch
I know you love these ghetto kids
I swear to God they'll give it back
Just love the game for what it is
I pray you never need that back
And don't be mad at nobody
'Cause nobody turned you into nobody
They cannot claim you, no buddy
Just kill, kill, kill, kill, bodies
As I hold the tears and try to find the
I know my prayers, amandla k'dala ngawaniwa
And I try to carry months ngalesi ami siba
Until my shoulder blades got fucked, you can't cry on these
The life I lead is of a dying breed
And God bless these rap kids that I'm alive to see
'Cause finally, I'm the final me
And fuck it, after this I might just leave
If they wrote a story that's about consistent love
That would be what holds me up and keeps me in the clouds
My mama told me way back then when I was young
She said "When you lose your glory, look for who's gon' hold it down"
Hope you find in me what I found in you
That's a chance here
Deep down I know I am good enough
God knows, God knows this is out of love, yeah
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