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knucks - my name is my name lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, what’s really in a name?
known as a man of many in theory
but really, i’m the same
but everyone has history
and it goes merely as it came
it’s the same with your pickni
i’m my father’s son like he picked me
ewe

[post+chorus]
at twelve, was fending for self
thought boarding was jail in a cell, poor me
fourteen, got a bit more keen
sixteen, got my kicks all clean
eighteen, had the same regime
but was playin’ the game while the game played me
did plenty at ninеteen and twenty
my name in your mouth, now right on your telly

[verse 1]
had drеams of being the man at twelve
with a gold rollie on my hand
now, the gold rollie on my hand
is that a dream or really a plan?
family callin’ me afam
like i’m d+mned to the role to keep family close
back when i felt dad was a foe
then i did but now, gladly, i don’t
it was a feeling i carried alone
’til i landed from naij like, “honey, i’m home”
then i end up changing my name
glad then but today, i’m ashamed
they always f+cked up my sh+t in assembly
then, g, i looked to my sister with envy
’cause she got called by her english name
and i wished the same
[chorus]
but what’s really in a name?
known as a man of many in theory
but really, i’m the same
but everyone has history
and it goes merely as it came
it’s the same with your pickni
i’m my father’s son like he picked me
ewe

[post+chorus]
at twelve, was fending for self
thought boarding was jail in a cell, poor me (poor me)
fourteen, got a bit more keen (more keen)
sixteen, had my kicks all clean (all clean)
eighteen, had the same regime
but was playin’ the game while the game played me (played me)
did plenty at nineteen and twenty
my name in your mouth, now right on your telly

[verse 2]
started uni, they like me already
like, “hi, have we met yet? my name is ashley”
my name had a ring, it’s catchy
babes thought i was great like gatsby
but i weren’t movin’ subtle enough
i already had changed it from knuckles to knucks
she pree’d my i.d. on the first date for my surname
but i covered it up
now i barely hear afam at all
but i’m movin’ with tact and i’m fashionable
all tellin’ the baddies to call man ash
’cause when talkin’ of nyash, i’m catchin’ ’em all
was in the back of the lecture room gettin’ my name wrong
feelin’ like “a+aaron”
but now i’m indoors with a bunch of awards
with my long ass african name on
[chorus]
but what’s really in a name?
known as a man of many in theory
but really, i’m the same
but everyone has history
and it goes merely as it came
it’s the same with your pickni
i’m my father’s son like he picked me
ewe

[post+chorus]
at twelve, was fending for self
thought boarding was jail in a cell, poor me (poor me)
fourteen, got a bit more keen (sixteen)
sixteen, had my kicks all clean (eighteen)
eighteen, had the same regime
but was playin’ the game while the game played me (played me)
did plenty at nineteen and twenty
my name in your mouth, now right on your telly

[outro]
ehn, kedu afa gi?
kedu afa gi?

- knucks lyrics

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