Letras
Can't believe I forgot
I was the dopest in town
Can't believe I forgot
I wore the spiritual crown
Can't believe you would believe
That i'm down, I'm not out
But into the door I might give you some running around
Can't believe I, can't believe I
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't believe I, can't believe I
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't believe I, can't believe I
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But into the door I might give you some running around
I do the running about, man of the house
You do the blubber around
What's that about?
Rubbery mouth
Look at the Queen of the South
Get out of my way, you need alternative rout
Picture perfect then i'll frame it like this
This aint no regular chattery bitch
Used to be nice, but I'm, born again
I cleansed my mind, I cleaned my grind
And now I'm in
Focused on writing these poems
Pull penny like we on
A lot of these rumours are quoted
Eagle on me and I'm soarin'
Made a long wood and I'm soarin
You'd only wished I had died
Feeling immortal alright
Long live the feminine strides
Long live the right in society
OG sobriety
You owe the Queen an apology
Capitalsing on murdering letters
ABC, could it be that I'm a hybrid
Distinctly moving swiftly
I think the most imperative thing
About the African mind is that we seem to forget
That everything that has or was created by us
Was taken from us and recreated again
So we think it's a new ideal but in actual fact
It was created and owned by us to begin with
Can't believe I forgot
I was the dopest in town
Can't believe I forgot
I wore the spiritual crown
Can't believe you would believe
That I'm down, I'm not out
But into the door I might give you some running around