Story, me nikona story
(Is everything in life predetermined)
Lend me your ears, I promise I'm not boring
(or do we really have free will)
Story, me nikona story
3rd October 2001
A star was born
Flaws withdrawn, created to conquer the throne
He has the soul, of he who wrestled with God
From dusk to dawn
Jordan Peterson on hold
On the phone, someone pass that baton
Don't condone, his aim is for the race to be won
Flames were thrown, he's on fire, that is the norm
Le garçon, that's the type of time he on
Look at him becoming of age (Look at him!)
His peers are all amazed (Look at him!)
A world class creature and the world is his stage (Look at him!)
That is him for you (Look at him!)
Yes, he's worth the fortune (Look at him!)
Sometimes he's called Rengoku, cause he set his heart ablaze
Blaze
Respect the greatness, ensure you give it praise
And he talks deep, with or without any bass
One man mission is to free the new slaves
The boy is unfazed
{Wait, what do you mean you have a son?}
Ei, ei, ni nini ladies?
I even have a wife, you saw the ring when you first met me
Or maybe, I didn't wear it, woah that is crazy
But we all enjoyed each other, so you can't go and hate me
Niaje Luke, I'm sorry nilipita na dem yako
Wagwan Jonte, ningejuaje huyo ni manzi wako?
Sema Brayo, ngoja huyo alikuwa shawry wako?
She was pushing P, nilikula pishori rice kwako
Numero Uno, Ichigo, wash 'em clean like Bleach
Messed around a lot to satisfy that sexual itch
9 lives, I don't need saving by a stitch
Curiosity could never put me in a ditch
Man was eating healthy, watch me eat your peach
Cursed by the masses when they learned that I'm a breach
Forgive me God
Don't let my sins be the downfall of my innocent son
I know Karma is a
{Baba nani, you didn't tell me your son was such a good artist}
I've been telling you he's so phenomenal buana
{Naah, kwanza his love songs}
Love songs?
{Ebu listen to this one}
(Hey girl)
Hey girl, eeh?
(Everytime that I see you) Ngoja
(I thank God for you)
Ah ah. Forward
Forward that thing buana
Forward
There, that is my son
(Ride expe ni ya mbaru)
Ahaa
(Yeah, she knows her value)
Value
(Oh, her name is)
Her name is? Eeeh Jesus
(The times we spent together, it is never boring)
(Memories, storing)
Memories?
(Oh, I love you)
Ati I love you
Oh My God
Play another one
Play another one buana eeh
(I couldn't change)
Ati change, eeeeh
(I couldn't be the man that you wanted me to be)
Forward, ebu forward, forward
(Señorita, is you up?)
Ati señorita, Jesus
(I'm tryna turn you up.)
(Double 1, double 9, I see your number pullop)
Hadi amecram number, Jehovah
Oh my God
Oh Lord ooo
Oh why God ooo
Why God, why God?
What on earth is this?
Why'd you go and make my son a buff simp?
Why'd you fill his heart with an idealistic love?
In a world of give and take, it'll take a lot to give
Why you making him relive the life of those I deceived?
Of those I took advantage of their love and their belief
Of those who put their trust in me, like Sukuna, I cleaved
Their hearts
And left them all eternally displeased
Now look at him
Basing his existence on women
Look at him
Scrolling through their social media recents
Look at him
Is this your odd way to make things even?
Look at him
What other shameful things has he kept hidden?
Look at him
Heartbreaks leave him bedridden
Look at him
And he feels shy like he is bitten
And the shyness turned to fear
Wait, is he looking beaten?
Look at him
Fix him God, or I'll become a heathen
My brother, come and speak to your son
Listen here, son I'm here to tell you that you're cherished
And I don't give a hoot if you are blemished
It's my fault, I left you in anger, you almost perished
I hear you go to therapy to get your soul replenished
Body wise, you looked good but your mind was tired
You folded under pressure when I hyped you in delight
All you really needed was for me to be on your side
I focused more on riches than your personal life
Push my ego to the side, son, you are my pride
I can see you see me as a standard or a line
The people that you love, you've told them about me
How much you love 'em is based on how much you told 'em 'bout me
To his true friends, I have one sincere plea
You know his heart is sick, idealistic love is the disease
If he has issues, it all started with me
Give him grace, he's already cursed to be nothing like me
This is real. Despite what I feel
I just pray and hope that one day, I will heal
I will