Why Me?
(Audiomarc)
Woke up feelin' godly (ahh)
Woke up feelin' godly (ahh)
Woke up feelin' godly
(Ayy V, line 'em up)
Yeah
Woke up feelin' godly (godly)
I say, "Thank You, God, but why me?" (Why me, God?)
I'm not even worthy, prolly (nah)
Ain't like I just had the bible right beside me
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Yeah, I'm broke and I'll admit proudly
See, I never thought you'd come and find me
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Fight my demons feel like fightin' Ali
On my mama, I almost let the devil rob me
Can't even recognise a nigga on my I.D
Ice-cold, blood trapped inside my body (yeah)
I'ma always keep the pole beside me
And I call this hoe Mbali
Mbali (Mbali)
Mbali (Mbali)
Mbali (Mbali)
Mbali (why?)
She the reason I don't do karate
I ain't no Jackie Chan, I'm Jackie (chop, chop, chop, chop, chop)
Woke up feelin' godly (godly)
I say, "Thank You, God, but why me?" (Why me, God?)
I'm not even worthy, prolly (nah)
Ain't like I just had the bible right beside me
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Yeah, I'm broke and I'll admit proudly
See, I never thought you'd come and find me
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why? Ye ye ye ye)
I got like three, four, five, six bags inside the coat (yeah)
I was going out so sad, the boy down bad, I needed a coach (ayy)
Now I got the key to city, I cut up the game, and fuck it I'm slinging it
I came with the gang, you know it's all litty, they calling Messiah, yeah I know why
I came with the fire, tell all my enemies I wish 'em godspeed
Yeah, I'm always listening, I know that God speaks (yeah)
Counting up these bands, seng khatel, I'm switching hands (yeah)
Cooking up, I got plans, I'm making noise, it's pots and pans
I ain't even gotta be there, you know the vibes, play my jams
Ain't no Jackie Chan, I'm Blxckie (chop, chop, chop, chop, chop)
Woke up feelin' godly (godly)
I say, "Thank You, God, but why me?" (Why me, God?)
I'm not even worthy, probably (nah)
Ain't like I just had the bible right beside me
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Yeah, I'm broke and I'll admit proudly
See, I never thought you'd come and find me
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
(Audiomarc, please turn it up)
Woke up feelin' godly (ahh)
Woke up feelin' godly (ahh)
Woke up feelin' godly
(Ayy V, line 'em up)
Yeah
Woke up feelin' godly (godly)
I say, "Thank You, God, but why me?" (Why me, God?)
I'm not even worthy, prolly (nah)
Ain't like I just had the bible right beside me
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Yeah, I'm broke and I'll admit proudly
See, I never thought you'd come and find me
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Fight my demons feel like fightin' Ali
On my mama, I almost let the devil rob me
Can't even recognise a nigga on my I.D
Ice-cold, blood trapped inside my body (yeah)
I'ma always keep the pole beside me
And I call this hoe Mbali
Mbali (Mbali)
Mbali (Mbali)
Mbali (Mbali)
Mbali (why?)
She the reason I don't do karate
I ain't no Jackie Chan, I'm Jackie (chop, chop, chop, chop, chop)
Woke up feelin' godly (godly)
I say, "Thank You, God, but why me?" (Why me, God?)
I'm not even worthy, prolly (nah)
Ain't like I just had the bible right beside me
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Yeah, I'm broke and I'll admit proudly
See, I never thought you'd come and find me
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why? Ye ye ye ye)
I got like three, four, five, six bags inside the coat (yeah)
I was going out so sad, the boy down bad, I needed a coach (ayy)
Now I got the key to city, I cut up the game, and fuck it I'm slinging it
I came with the gang, you know it's all litty, they calling Messiah, yeah I know why
I came with the fire, tell all my enemies I wish 'em godspeed
Yeah, I'm always listening, I know that God speaks (yeah)
Counting up these bands, seng khatel, I'm switching hands (yeah)
Cooking up, I got plans, I'm making noise, it's pots and pans
I ain't even gotta be there, you know the vibes, play my jams
Ain't no Jackie Chan, I'm Blxckie (chop, chop, chop, chop, chop)
Woke up feelin' godly (godly)
I say, "Thank You, God, but why me?" (Why me, God?)
I'm not even worthy, probably (nah)
Ain't like I just had the bible right beside me
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
Yeah, I'm broke and I'll admit proudly
See, I never thought you'd come and find me
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why me?)
Why me? (Why?)
(Audiomarc, please turn it up)
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Nkosi, David Junior Ngcobo Nsikayesizwe, Sihle Sithole, Sam Toussi
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