Maths Song

One Direction

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[Verse 1] Find me elokishini with my bros Even though moving out is our life goals Don't concern yourself with a typo Ghetto kids can spell poverty with their eyes closed Reach under the bed to find the shoes that I just don't wanna wear Kodwa aw'na choice cause there is no other pair Still ungangigabhulela isinkwa and share My labels want a slice of me, I'm kasi born and bred A shoe box is for saving up A good job doesn't pay enough My music on Spotify and you wouldn't take my spot if I gave it up New wave, and you might drown from streaming my latest stuff Bath' u charma-boy but he still struggles with lady luck Gotta hit up Limpopo to brush my Sepedi up Stand up dude I only sit down once I have said enough Tendency of falling but a master at getting up When it rains it pours, life gives swimming lessons only in the storm Mpintshi yami is picking sides, his parents got divorced Only thing consistent is this brotherhood, of course [Verse 2] Bath' iskorokoro but I bought it cash As long as it can take me to the stu' and back It's a lil' step up from my Daddy's Tazz At least I took a break from taxi maths Bes'qhaqhazela silayith' i-primus stove Now I heat up the room with my rhymes and flows Competition yami ithol' uk'thula when my mic is off Bath' u-Touch umshini ungaw'cimi; the game's life support Ekasi we do not make time to read We still think depression is a white disease That's why s'bhema, sphuze kuze kuse Trying to put our minds at ease, with the hopes of finding peace Convoy yomngcwabo every Saturday K'shaywa ma-hazards, cemetery's packed again The policy only covers the casket and the tent All this food to feed the community is the fam's expense Angazi, imali ayikho, maar sthand' isiko Apartheid yaphela sding' i financial freedom Our parents never went to school because it was illegal Babheke ukuthi thina s'geleze siyoshintsh' simo Born under pressure because of my complexion Slikour showed me you can make it out of Skwatta Kamp, son The game was a boy band but there's one direction Phezulu ntwana, the ghetto kids are next up