Coca Cola
Sipping on my Coca-cola
With an open book
Did some shit I wasn't posta
Not like a toaster, it's cold
Life's a trippy journey like a rollercoaster
Shades on for the overexposure
I told ya
I'm the four leaf clover
Just say you wanna take a chance on me and it'll be over
But let's not try and challenge
And learn
So wait your fucken turn
We gave the devil hell he gave us cannabis in turn
Smoke to see it clear
Drink to see in double
Breaking down the syllables to leave the words in rubble
Not a fan of trouble
The mellow peace maker
But if you're faker
I turn into a bone breaker
I want an acre
For me and all my fucken homies
Surrounded by the bakers
And booty shakers, I'll see you later
I like to fucken lift off
I like to disappear
Leave a souvenir for your ears
From the
Head, shoulders, the knees and toes
The slow-mo grows as I'm ready to glow
Now check it
The message is
Love, sex, and hugs
Uh and the occasional drugs
Not every nigga with a vision is a politician
It seems you gotta make a song just to get a listen
It seems you got to get it wrong
Before you get it right
I guess I speak a certain way just to seem polite
Coca-Cola
Coca-Cola
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Open up your ears just to hear what I'm about
From the South-West but I'm chilling in the South
Style is so sick it's got you foaming from the mouth
Like Rabies, chicken pox on babies
My mind is lifting off like I did my Dad's Mercedes
And I'm going crazy
Coz ladies
Never wanna date me
I want a nice Beyoncé
But can I be your Jay-Z
Can you be my main squeeze
Call you in the AM
I'll just keep on praying
Like can I get an Amen?
An Amen, an Amen
You can't believe in God, if you don't believe in Satan
You can believe in me coz I'm perfection in the making
I'll make it, whether it's this music or my studies
I've been so inspired from Kanye to Kid Cudi
Kendrick, Jimmy Hendrix
Bob Marley and his possie
Myself obviously
Rap and Rock n Roll, and I do love Brenda Fassie
Was chilling in the front seat
On a wild safari I was looking at the monkeys
Now I grew and realised I'm just a monkey
Not because I'm black you fucken idiot
It's because in fact I am trapped and not believing it
But now I'm seeing it
And not at peace with it
Take piece of paper from a tree and put some tree in it
To muthafucken deal with it
Coca-Cola
Coca-Cola
With an open book
Did some shit I wasn't posta
Not like a toaster, it's cold
Life's a trippy journey like a rollercoaster
Shades on for the overexposure
I told ya
I'm the four leaf clover
Just say you wanna take a chance on me and it'll be over
But let's not try and challenge
And learn
So wait your fucken turn
We gave the devil hell he gave us cannabis in turn
Smoke to see it clear
Drink to see in double
Breaking down the syllables to leave the words in rubble
Not a fan of trouble
The mellow peace maker
But if you're faker
I turn into a bone breaker
I want an acre
For me and all my fucken homies
Surrounded by the bakers
And booty shakers, I'll see you later
I like to fucken lift off
I like to disappear
Leave a souvenir for your ears
From the
Head, shoulders, the knees and toes
The slow-mo grows as I'm ready to glow
Now check it
The message is
Love, sex, and hugs
Uh and the occasional drugs
Not every nigga with a vision is a politician
It seems you gotta make a song just to get a listen
It seems you got to get it wrong
Before you get it right
I guess I speak a certain way just to seem polite
Coca-Cola
Coca-Cola
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Open up your ears just to hear what I'm about
From the South-West but I'm chilling in the South
Style is so sick it's got you foaming from the mouth
Like Rabies, chicken pox on babies
My mind is lifting off like I did my Dad's Mercedes
And I'm going crazy
Coz ladies
Never wanna date me
I want a nice Beyoncé
But can I be your Jay-Z
Can you be my main squeeze
Call you in the AM
I'll just keep on praying
Like can I get an Amen?
An Amen, an Amen
You can't believe in God, if you don't believe in Satan
You can believe in me coz I'm perfection in the making
I'll make it, whether it's this music or my studies
I've been so inspired from Kanye to Kid Cudi
Kendrick, Jimmy Hendrix
Bob Marley and his possie
Myself obviously
Rap and Rock n Roll, and I do love Brenda Fassie
Was chilling in the front seat
On a wild safari I was looking at the monkeys
Now I grew and realised I'm just a monkey
Not because I'm black you fucken idiot
It's because in fact I am trapped and not believing it
But now I'm seeing it
And not at peace with it
Take piece of paper from a tree and put some tree in it
To muthafucken deal with it
Coca-Cola
Coca-Cola
Credits
Writer(s): Francois Van Wyk
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