Internet Re-Route - Papii the hitman

Take a look at yourself, its crystal clear what you want, but not who you are yet It's all a fantasy baby, kill time, jump from the Hollywood sign Call her up on a Saturday night, talk shit about all your friends again Internet cafe Internet cafe Internet cafe I'm feeling nostalgia from things that never happened to me, I think this is all a dream Talking to my plants as a form of reality, but it won't stop this feeling Lately this world's felt like a movie and i'm just watching It's all a fantasy baby, kill time, and fake your suicide Call her up on a Saturday night, the numbers not recognised Internet cafe Internet cafe Internet cafe

Here we go, yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, I'm the hitman Stand aside I'm the hitman I want your life Ain't no escaping Don't run and hide There goes the neighbourhood (I'm gonna kill for your love) that's right Hitman Now don't you cry I'm just a hitman And you might get fried Gun in my pocket Don't get me wrong I'll be your hitman I'm a fool for your love I'm a head shredder That's better Baby, baby, baby I'm a hitman, hitman, hitman Yeah, trouble in the East, troubled in the West Struggle with the beast (what a thief, what a pest) Come back, mother Nuke that sucker Yeah, yeah, yeah Who knows what I'm talking about Waste that, brother All right Ooh That's the way to do it I'm the hitman I'm your prize But this hitman can cut you down to size Love me, baby Don't be so cool Love me, love me, baby I've been to the hitman school Yeah, yeah, yeah You're gonna make my day Gonna blow you away That's when the fun begins Are you ready for the sting? Gonna waste that thing (hitman) Hitman is king Go, go Oh, hitman, hitman

I be steppin' trappin' On top of the hill Breakin records What is your deal I told my momma Imma get her a mill Sdumo my brother The calling is real The battle is real I'm making this innovation Paving the way I make it I studied the foundation Of making the music pay You better believe in me Music is truth in me The boy's from Africa The boy's from SA Predicting my future like my life is an essay I'm cutting people off Call me machete×2 I be steppin' trappin' On top of the hill Breakin records What is your deal I told my momma Imma get her a mill Sdumo my brother The calling is real The battle is real I feel like a climbing hill I know the battle is real But I ain't signing no deal I put the cheque on the bill I know we making a mill Ow yeah I'm grindin' foreal Might end dying foreal Yeah I'm livin for the art yeah My mind is like a gallery I'm going to succeed I don't care if you doubting me Haters stay behind me When I rise to my destiny (Destiny) To my destiny (Destiny) Whoa From the bottom to the top The grind is where' I'll be I'm making this innovation Paving the way I make it I studied the foundation of making the music pay You better believe in me Music is truth in me The boy's from Africa The boy's from SA Predicting my future like my life is an essay I'm cutting people off Call me machete×2 I be steppin' trappin' On top of the hill Breakin records What is your deal I told my momma Imma get her a mill Sdumo my brother The calling is real The battle is real