[Slurred opinion]
I can't, I can't, I can't wait to leave this dirty vessel
I can't, I can't, I can't wait to leave this dirty vessel
[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
Descry the blasé tone
Please don't turn a deaf ear on your guest here
I picked a room, I plan to rest here
A step up from a kickshaw
This nifty little ditty's bringing forth the entelechy
From the lion's mouth and I hold supremacy in my jaws
You see that I'm pulling the strings
Affecting your nod
Get them off, get them off, get them off me
Bugs in my hair I pick
I gotta win the battle it's imperative
Girls are losing their 'V cards'
You followed suit
Respect is reciprocal love is not
Meanwhile I ride the Pacific
Hole in the canoe
At least I get to spend some time with myself
Talk is often bloated with an unctuous presence
Succinct when I speak but think with expression
The fact that I live must be a godsend
So when it all ends knowledge and soul transcend