Layal - Diaspora Blues Lyrics

I've grown to be both the sun and the moon
A firm believer that that's my fortune
To think I'd miss you da kalam magnoon
Spread your name with the scent of my oud

Scattered all over my homeland
Pieces of me buried under your sand
A desert rose you rise and rise again
Memories we shared my dear old friend

Now I'm in my expensive rental
Bathed in zina and art deco
Trying to bring the energy
Of your streets
To my humble bedroom

Took the train from Hackney to Harrow
Channeling my inner pharaoh
Following in your footsteps
That's my big flex ya weil

Ya weily
Ya weily

Ya weily
Ya weily, ya weily, ya weily
Ya 3einy
Ya 3einy, ya 3einy, ya 3einy

Hena w henak
Ghareeb 3alaya hena w henak
But you're still my muse
I guess I caught diaspora blues

Since I got away I became a poet
Lusting for your warmth, can I own it
Can I have your moga call her my
Daughter, be her water, she'll be mine

Walk a mile in my muddy boots
Hustling to grow these roots
In E2s and NWs
Big name she's making moves

Coming to a stage near you
Conquering my diaspora blues
Luckily, I learned from the best
That's my big flex ya weil

Ya weily
Ya weily

Ya weily
Ya weily, ya weily, ya weily
Ya 3einy
Ya 3einy, ya 3einy, ya 3einy

Hena w henak
Ghareeb 3alaya hena w henak
But you're still my muse
I guess I caught diaspora blues

Hena w henak
Ghareeb 3alaya hena w henak
But you're still my muse
I guess I caught diaspora blues