Whoo look I'm still stripping over you and that's an issue
And you still taking all my shit without a tissue
To tell the truth I miss the times I used to rap for you
Made feel a little whole, like I was a part of you
But you always want me in the booth, making hot tunes
And then you leave me all alone without a lot to choose
Probably 'cause you had your choices made by all your peers
I just hope you see the truth when the mist clears
Aiwa, aiwa ndazobvuma
Moyo muti, unokura paunoda
Aiwa, aiwa ndazozvibvuma
Moyo muti, unokura paunoda eh
Try not to pick the pieces when your heart is broken
But it's harder not to bleed when your heart is open
Fail to dry the tears when you already soaking
It's why I couldn't catch the rope when I was already falling
Aiwa, aiwa ndazozvibvuma
Moyo muti, unokura paunoda
Hohohohohooo yea, yea
Oh ndazobvuma, ndazobvuma
(Moyo muti) (Moyo muti) unokura paunoda