Coming up

It's a new day
There's no more rain
There's no more drama

I miss the summer when the winter comes
I miss the sun like I'm a father
Kinda wish I'm one
I miss the ice-cold coolaid
The season that's within no school days

At least with all the things I've done
I won't complain
I just sit and wish it never ends
Memories just turn to stories I can tell my friends
Exaggerated, details elaborated
All of that 'cause we knew we failеd if they all hate it

I miss taking the bus 'causе, shit, I always did
I'd sit right at the back with all the noisy kids
We probably did all of the things young boys did
S'phush istin when we ain't have car toys, shit
And can't afford shit, but we ain't forced shit
Fast forward now it's dream of hitting Forbes List
When calendar days fill up the tour list
This is your gift
Now bring the chorus back

Baptise me my new September
Baptise me my new season
Baptise me my new September
I'm feeling new, I'm feeling new, ey

Okay this hear kinda feels like mania
Blowing up, oh, it's probably gonna make me the
One who wanna start a riot, mass hysteria
Tell 'em Pyro's in the 18 area, hear me out

I been down so long the top is looking like heaven
They say lead 'em to salvation
Pyro, you be the reverend
Pyro, you be the god
That's why you feel like the man
And they say ntwana u-blind but you still see out the plan
Can't you see I'm the man?

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mmm mm
Yeay yeah, yeah yeah