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zolani g. & fnote - vibe with us lyrics

[intro: malulwane]

uzulu, emakhosini
emasuthwini
amapedi, amashangane
wonke umuntu wasemzansi
wooooo! haybo!

[verse 1: zolani g.]

baby they called you a b-tch in my favourite song/ the kicks held my lips, while the 808s held my tongue/ i was numb, on a path with burning with burning candles blazing in the sun/ they got me hoping that i blow with all the strength that’s in my lungs/ they tryna silence the real, steal away my will/ k!lling the music i was hoping you would inherit the feel/ know i stood for the people if my legs start to quit on me/ the devil is a vibe and i got lost in the synergy/ don’t pity me, morn the rappers that will face my k!lling spree/ i’m going out like scarface with a little friend to meet and greet/ how dare they not represent what you stand for/ or did everybody forget where you came from/ see you, see you nicer than nice/ that lookin your eyes, makes heaven less of a surprise/ i’m watching you smile, thinking ‘oh god this beautiful child’/ tell em they wack as their music if they say otherwise/

[pre-hook: zolani g] x2
just vibe with me
vibe with me x2
i’d never lie to you
lie to you x2

[hook: zolani g] x4
just vibe with me
i wouldn’t lie to you (wouldn’t lie to you

[verse 2]

no disrespect but i’m not impressed/ with rappers talking ish then turn around and say they do this for the kids/ all that goo-goo da da is for babies, i’m on a search/ and all that google data kinda crazy, loosing it’s worth/ the favorite rapper is a gimmick, with no limits, he can’t tell me/ now that the true is hard to stomach, so they biting different cultures/ flashing living and misguided glory/ african child you gotta go and tell your own stories, tell your own stories/ my knowledge plants trees, i don’t crush leaves/ my whole being knew sour at 16/ i watched ignorance catch all of the best/ a bunch of silly sheep that wanna keep a wolf as pet/ i am not the rest, though i am tryna put to rest/ that the smell of success, is not an african scent/ wearing my skin like expansive frabrics, lookin lavish/ excuse my french, but self love wasn’t made in paris/

[pre-hook]
[hook]

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- zolani g fnote lyrics

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