Malome (Interlude) lyrics

[Verse 1: Cassper Nyovest]
Malome, I'm flying out tomorrow
I'm flying out tomorrow
I'm going to America (Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'mma tell em bout your stories, tell them everything you taught me
Tell them everything you taught me
Tell em bout your stories, tell them everything you taught me
Everything you taught me

[Chorus: Mahotella Queens]
Kungcono ukusebenzel' imali
Kunokuphila ngamandla abantu
Ubamb' inkunzi ebusuku nemini
Uphila kabi ngobugebengu


[Verse 2: Cassper Nyovest]
Malome, I really love this song
I really love this song
I'mma sing it everytime I think of you
I think of you
Ngithi malome, I really love this song
I really love this song
I'mma sing it everytime I think of you
I think of you, I'mma sing...
[Chorus: Mahotella Queens]
Kungcono ukusebenzel' imali
Kunokuphila ngamandla abantu
Ubamb' inkunzi ebusuku nemini
Uphila kabi ngobugebengu

Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu

Kungcono ukusebenzel' imali
Kunokuphila ngamandla abantu
Ubamb' inkunzi ebusuku nemini
Uphila kabi ngobugebengu

Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu
Uphila, uphila kabi ngobugebengu


[Verse 3: Cassper Nyovest]
I think I need to slow down
I think the money got me zoned out
I mean how many Rolexes do I own now?
Maybe I should start acting broke now
Cause my success turned the game into a cold heart
It got too personal, I can't handle the energy
I can't go out no more I got too many enemies
I get the feeling that all my n*ggas is scared of me
Everything changed when I started paying them salaries
Ain't fun anymore
My bodyguard don't leave his gun anymore
Me and my dad never have one-on-ones anymore
Man, hago tshwan' anymore
My mom is proud but she says she feel like she don't have a son anymore
I don't enjoy the sh*t I got anymore
Can't even turn up with the squad anymore
Endorsement deals got me living like I won Idols
I'm squeaky clean, I don't wanna p*ss the companies off
But I ain't worked this hard to be a prisoner
Lord send me an angel, I need a miracle
I need answers I tried to remain good
When Pac died, I'm one of the people that blamed Suge
Why we so quick to judge?
Why do we think we know everything?
Why am I so scared of the wedding ring?
Why do I drink this Hennessy like it's medicine?
I mean it's pretty clear my success offends n*ggas
Y'all really try to catch up, I commend n*ggas
I know taking me down is the plan n*ggas
But y'all ain't half as dedicated as I am n*ggas
Look, growing up I never had nothing
So I'll never get used to the fact that I have money
But you motherf*ckers will never get it though
But it's cool, we could let it go