Lyrics

She's on the bright side
I'm on the dark but I make it look like a craft
I'm on a bicycle now
She's on a jet the repercussions you never met
She flex multilingual
I scream "are you single?"
As I fall outside my head
Brother, brother on the ground
Pound for pound
I'm the bastard you never met
You get the picture?
Get the signal?
You get the picture?
Get the signal?
Well sugar I feel like a foreign man but my covert hearts a heart
Obsession is rife in strife
And I can barely breathe there (off)
Take it off, take it off (take it all off)
I'm the bastard you never met
Somebody's mindless fortune is a caution
It's a torture to the court
You get the picture?
Get the signal?
You get the picture?
Get the signal?
Sometimes I cannot get out of my bed
I've been sleeping inside a hole
I'm a statue not a player
I know way out before I stall
Sweat, sweat out of breath
You're sweating through your face
As I live inside my voice
And at last, I can hear the voices
Even though I'm in a gutter of waste
You get the picture?
Get the signal?
You get the picture?
Get the signal?
Get the picture, get the signal
Get the picture, get the signal
Written by: Arno Carstens
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