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LYRICS: AKA – Last Time

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LYRICS: AKA - Last Time

LYRICS: AKA – Last Time

[Chorus]
I, told you once and I told you before
That love is s'posed to be something more than a pastime
I said I, dust myself off and make my way to the next time
This is the last time
[Verse 1]
I'm coming with the full court press (Yes)
Transnet, school of excellence (Yeah)
All black uniform, that's that Nike tech (Of course)
Tshabalala, Mexico, the corner of the net (You know)
This the wall of Jericho, we sittin' on your neck (Yeah)
Mega, it's a miracle, you came back from the dead (Okay)
This journey is spiritual but don't forget the bread
Remember what Makhado said, just take care of the kids (Go)
Zakes on the decks (Yeah), dlala Afro-Tech
Zaka-zaka, zaka-zaka, more elastic bands
At the top, Kilimanjaro, South Ah is the flag (Let's go)
Shout out Johnny Clegg, Khuli Chana living legend
Blessed, time, I guess I stood the test
Jesus is the gas, I got too much in the tank
[Chorus]
I, told you once and I told you before
That love is s'posed to be something more than a pastime
I said I, dust myself off and make my way to the next time
This is the last time
[Verse 2]
Okay, first things first, I gotta give thanks
All protocol observed to the big Man
The prodigal son returns, my ego in ashes
Had to come down to Earth and read a few chapters
Genesis, Mathew, built my own statue
I was movin' too fast, US that travel
Paris, c'est la vie, they tell me “Bonjour”
And I got receipts, Space Jam, corncobs
Brands you ain't see, even Virgil Ablohs
I been 'round the world, I'm on my fourth passport
At the forth front of the game, a fuckin' pioneer
Took my shots to the chest, they hung me by the neck
Sacrificed my reputation, drew lines in the sand
So the next generation don't have to bow their head
When hit the head was Zahara
Even Tuks Seenganga
Rhythmic Elements, Mi Casa
Jabba, Amu, Teargas, Skwatta
Selwyn say a prayer
Just dip me in the water so I can start again
Connected to the ash and the soil
The flats and the poikie kos boil
It's hot in the Corrolla, East gate bolders, mhm
Nobody is too rich for Oros
Bryanston to Sosha, Mass Country is culture
[Chorus]
I, told you once and I told you before
That love is s'posed to be something more than a pastime
I said I, dust myself off and make my way to the next time
This is the last time

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