Nobodies Lyrics
| Song | Nobodies |
| Artist | Stogie T |
| Artist | Ayanda Jiya |
| Album | The Empire of Sheep (Deluxe Unmasked) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Boitumelo Molekane/Ayanda Jiya | |
| 作曲 : Matthew Gerard Bathon Jr | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Fleas dream of buying a dog | |
| Something to work towards | |
| The nobodies don't wanna be poor | |
| They just hoping for luck | |
| One magical day it will suddenly rain | |
| Good luck but that dont add up | |
| Good Luck don't fall or drizzle, might trickle | |
| With wishful thoughts | |
| No matter how hard the nobodies summon | |
| They still starve alone | |
| Off and on in between the bottle store | |
| And the house of God | |
| Could start the day off on a good foot | |
| Good look but with no bite in they woof woof | |
| They end up watching JubJub | |
| Nobodies meet nobodies and have nobody children | |
| Cohabit in those shanty towns no property shields them | |
| The no-one's dying through life | |
| ****ed upwards and down | |
| Running like brown rabbits in the wild | |
| That's hunted for prize | |
| Chorus (Ayanda Jiya) | |
| I am just a Nobody x3 | |
| Won’t you save me | |
| Verse 2 | |
| The nobodies are not but could be | |
| They do speak in dialects not languages | |
| Music Misunderstood still | |
| Groovey look how they move but life stood still | |
| No religion it's superstitions they say roots heal | |
| No medicine, opiates utopian good feel | |
| They don't create art only hand crafted souvenirs | |
| That aint culture it's folklore, | |
| They Fall short | |
| Not human beings, but human resources | |
| Work force | |
| No faces but arms no names but just numbers | |
| No pages in the annals of history | |
| Just papers with gossip | |
| The open veins of nations discarded | |
| Galeano depicted | |
| Nobodies ain't worth the bullet that kills them | |
| Chorus (Ayanda Jiya) | |
| I am just a Nobody x3 | |
| Won’t you save me |
| zuo ci : Boitumelo Molekane Ayanda Jiya | |
| zuo qu : Matthew Gerard Bathon Jr | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Fleas dream of buying a dog | |
| Something to work towards | |
| The nobodies don' t wanna be poor | |
| They just hoping for luck | |
| One magical day it will suddenly rain | |
| Good luck but that dont add up | |
| Good Luck don' t fall or drizzle, might trickle | |
| With wishful thoughts | |
| No matter how hard the nobodies summon | |
| They still starve alone | |
| Off and on in between the bottle store | |
| And the house of God | |
| Could start the day off on a good foot | |
| Good look but with no bite in they woof woof | |
| They end up watching JubJub | |
| Nobodies meet nobodies and have nobody children | |
| Cohabit in those shanty towns no property shields them | |
| The no-one' s dying through life | |
| ed upwards and down | |
| Running like brown rabbits in the wild | |
| That' s hunted for prize | |
| Chorus Ayanda Jiya | |
| I am just a Nobody x3 | |
| Won' t you save me | |
| Verse 2 | |
| The nobodies are not but could be | |
| They do speak in dialects not languages | |
| Music Misunderstood still | |
| Groovey look how they move but life stood still | |
| No religion it' s superstitions they say roots heal | |
| No medicine, opiates utopian good feel | |
| They don' t create art only hand crafted souvenirs | |
| That aint culture it' s folklore, | |
| They Fall short | |
| Not human beings, but human resources | |
| Work force | |
| No faces but arms no names but just numbers | |
| No pages in the annals of history | |
| Just papers with gossip | |
| The open veins of nations discarded | |
| Galeano depicted | |
| Nobodies ain' t worth the bullet that kills them | |
| Chorus Ayanda Jiya | |
| I am just a Nobody x3 | |
| Won' t you save me |
| zuò cí : Boitumelo Molekane Ayanda Jiya | |
| zuò qǔ : Matthew Gerard Bathon Jr | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Fleas dream of buying a dog | |
| Something to work towards | |
| The nobodies don' t wanna be poor | |
| They just hoping for luck | |
| One magical day it will suddenly rain | |
| Good luck but that dont add up | |
| Good Luck don' t fall or drizzle, might trickle | |
| With wishful thoughts | |
| No matter how hard the nobodies summon | |
| They still starve alone | |
| Off and on in between the bottle store | |
| And the house of God | |
| Could start the day off on a good foot | |
| Good look but with no bite in they woof woof | |
| They end up watching JubJub | |
| Nobodies meet nobodies and have nobody children | |
| Cohabit in those shanty towns no property shields them | |
| The no-one' s dying through life | |
| ed upwards and down | |
| Running like brown rabbits in the wild | |
| That' s hunted for prize | |
| Chorus Ayanda Jiya | |
| I am just a Nobody x3 | |
| Won' t you save me | |
| Verse 2 | |
| The nobodies are not but could be | |
| They do speak in dialects not languages | |
| Music Misunderstood still | |
| Groovey look how they move but life stood still | |
| No religion it' s superstitions they say roots heal | |
| No medicine, opiates utopian good feel | |
| They don' t create art only hand crafted souvenirs | |
| That aint culture it' s folklore, | |
| They Fall short | |
| Not human beings, but human resources | |
| Work force | |
| No faces but arms no names but just numbers | |
| No pages in the annals of history | |
| Just papers with gossip | |
| The open veins of nations discarded | |
| Galeano depicted | |
| Nobodies ain' t worth the bullet that kills them | |
| Chorus Ayanda Jiya | |
| I am just a Nobody x3 | |
| Won' t you save me |
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