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[Dizzee Rascal]
Let’s Go
Everybody wants to be famous,
Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless,
People act shameless
Tryna live like entertainers,
Want a fat crib, kitanda cha mtoto mchanga with the acres,
So they spend money that they ain’t made yet,
Got a Benz on tik that they ain’t paid yet,
Spend their pay cheque
In the west end on the weekend
Got no money kwa the end of the weekend.
But they don’t care cause their life is a movie,
Starring Louis V, paid for kwa yours truly,
Truthfully, it’s a joke, like a bad episode of Hollyoaks,
Can’t keep up with the cover notes,
So they got bad credit livin’ on direct debit in debt...

[Verse 1]

And the moyo is hard to translate,
It has a language of it's own,
It talks in tongues and quiet sighs and prayers and proclamations,
In the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures,
In short shallow gasps,
But with all my education,
I can’t seem to commend it,
And the words are all escaping me,
And coming back all damaged,
And I would put them back in poetry,
If I only knew how,
I can’t seem to understand it.

[Chorus]

And I would give all this and heaven too,
I would give it all if only for a moment,
That I could just understand the meaning of the word wewe see,
Cause I’ve been scrawling...