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malcom mufunde - nyarara كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: malcom mufunde]
a bowl of cherries
bliss and delight, naseberry greens in the skies
beautiful endings
a castle in spain; diversion from barbary coast
i am from barbary coast
slaughter the fatted calf when i hop off the boat
ghetto birds like a fox in the henhouse
motherf-cker, we ball on the pay cut
mothering sunday, got her the bourbon cream and we sang to the night
singjay from the ghetto blasters, eating pablum
man, we’ living the life and see from the quartz lamp
the night is alive, we couldn’t rewake for the sun
problem childs, me and cliffy grew up on the black belt
i could swear i’m a dan
b-tterfly moments, i flutter through pain and only shed tears in rain
dolor is automatic but emotion is hand-operated, i’ll figure it then
we live on the malt-o-meal, from dayspring to the drift of the eventide
had to withdrive all the fiendlike, i’m holy roller inside in need of a eudemon
i’m sick and disparadised
landed in h-ll and said “holy f-ck” to the fire
music my witzelsucht
they said i could never amount, my response was fiddlefart
speaking in disregard
you disremember that i come from the tenderloin
my endurement is unprofessional; boy, i burn and rejoice

[chorus: tinaye & tinacce]
nyangwe dzikaitwa ndimi
dzeropa mumba mangu
nhamo haimbonyarari
haimbonyarari
nhasi ndachema nzizi
dzeropa mumba mangu
handimbonyarari
handimbonyarari

[verse 2: malcom mufunde]
fire at will, fire away, i’m known to adjust to the rubor
make it an ak, on god, i know brothers they shot but they lasted the ruger
crepitation in the nightfall, can’t tell what; i got blindfolds
the music of the spheres; i guess it’s the archangels harping with gods
i live in the fringe, there’s no visible balance between what we get and we give
my city the shape of a teardrop, it’s lachrymatory how we defy and believe
been crying my eyes out
i just wanna life out
see me inside out
they tell me it’s lights-out
confederation of the rip van winkles, i just wanna sleep in this life
got the cable news and these chinless wonders perjuring flint got riparian rights
they’ palliative but i’m trynna be cured
city fathers disconnected from you
whiskey bottles couldn’t better my hurt
the feeling is real, the feeling is ache
i’m sick and disparadised
landed in h-ll and said “holy f-ck” to the fire
music my witzelsucht
they said i could never amount, my response was fiddlefart
speaking in disregard
you disremember that i come from the tenderloin
my endurement is unprofessional; boy, i burn and rejoice

[chorus: tinaye & tinacce]
nyangwe dzikaitwa ndimi
dzeropa mumba mangu
nhamo haimbonyarari
haimbonyarari
nhasi ndachema nzizi
dzeropa mumba mangu
handimbonyarari
handimbonyarari

- malcom mufunde

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