Another Monday, alarm buzzing like a please call me from fate
What if that call came with zeroes or real ones
Not the kind that leave you broke in a thought span, let's dream a little
Wake up at five, kettle on for five o'clock tea
Traffic's a war zone, Joburg roads got me cursing in three languages
Boss man's email, team, let's crush those KPIs, but I'm crushing my soul, chasing bonuses
that taste like expired gwinyas
Zero sum game, they say it wins, my loss
I'm the intern fetching coffee, dreaming of flipping the boss
Colleagues gossip about loadssheding plans, race parts in the dark, me, I'm plotting escapes
Wallet lighter than a politician's promise, sweetie, how we laugh it off, ay, shh
Next month it'll change, but deep down, we always know when's my please call me range
Oh, I wish for that bag, Mr. Matt Mack, it glow up, stack it so high
I ghost a nine to five, no follow up, free to say nah, when the mean invite drops
It reboots on my porch, watch the sun plod its own hops
No more suits that itch like regret
Just me, my thoughts, and a jet, what, dlala
Wishing for the wind, that corporate key out the lock
Please don't call me, unless there's millions on the clock
Yeah, imagine no more yes sir and nah's
Picture this, alarm off, bed's my throne, no rush hour sweat
Tell HR I'm out, found my worth, ain't chasing you dead
Hit the taxi rank, now Uber, black to the beach in PA
Buy mama a house in the Burbs, no more neighbor views
For me, I'd invent the please don't text back app
For ex-bosses spamming LinkedIn, trying to drag me back
Escape the game where promotion feel like pyramid schemes
I fund the shebeens, turn corners into dreams, but relatable, right
We all got that folder of someday taps
Scrolling my cocks, snooze, thinking brew, that's my chat
I need 510 Stena's just to think of my thoughts
About 4 milli, so I ain't gotta show up for work
Tell my colleagues, y'all be safe
Is your feeling below, babe
Please don't call me
Mr. Makate
I don't invent
Oh, I wish for that back
List of my got to blow up
Stack is so high, I go from 9 to 5
No follow up, free to say now
When the meat invite drops, it rainbows on my porch
Watch the sun fly, there's no knobs
No more lose that itch like regret
Just me, my thoughts in the jet
Why die loud
Wishing for the winner
Corporate key out the lock
Please don't call me
Unless it's millions on the clock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Unless it's millions on the clock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, I wish for that bag
Mr. Makate, glow up
Oh, I wish for that bag
Mr. Makate, I can't glow up
Oh, I wish for that bag
Mr. Makate, glow up
Oh, I wish for that bag
Mr. Makate, I can't glow up
Yeah
Yeah, so that call comes, I'll keep grinding
Smiling through the fog, but in my head
already free in your bonga
Mr. Makate, you the blueprint, big dog
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
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