FUTURE BABY - Die Antwoord

Future baby, gimme a sign

Baby boy, yo, one day I gon' make you mine

Future baby, jy’s so kwaai

Crazy boy, I think about you all the time

Future baby, gimme a sign

Baby boy, yo, one day I gon' make you mine

Future baby, jy’s so kwaai

Crazy boy, I think about you all the time

Future baby, gimme a sign

Baby boy, yo, one day I gon' make you mine

I’m on that next murdered out flow Level X full muddafuckin' flex

Big fat cribs, sick black whips, yes, da gods are blessed

Big bedroom in the back of the tour bus smells like sex

Zef af rock big gold chains round our necks

Golden grin golden wrists golden fist grip a golden mic

Spit giftige shit like a muddafukin' cobra strike

Boss of da fuckin' game quick to kill, but slow to fight

Cry to the angels, the stars explode tonight

Future baby, jy’s so kwaai

Crazy boy, I think about you all the time

Future baby, gimme a sign

Baby boy, yo, one day I gon make you mine

Future baby, jy’s so kwaai

Crazy boy, I think about you all the time

Future baby, gimme a sign

Baby boy, yo, one day I gon make you mine