NGA

When there's a friend at the door Breathing in What I bleed on the floor Receding If I could I fathom more of what I wanted as it is There's a drum At the door But na ko banga te I'll put my home where they won't If only they Could see me just a little As long as My Image is a drop of water you can look right through Just to fade like a déjà vu Comes a moment where I wonder if I'm foolish to have hope Cause it hurts much less when you expect to do shit on your own This time I'll have to grow This time I'll have to go We see what we wanna see Hate what we sell Na ko luka tala tala na nga As I introduce myself We see what we wanna see Hate what we sell Na ko luka tala tala na nga As I introduce myself