Reservations - MuRli, Guide, God Knows

She told me please

Come along and I’ll get you something to eat

I said I’m flattered but I’d rather get that bite with Eve

I know her story well, I’m certain coz I dug deep

Plus I ain’t paid for this suit and tie to take a dip

I’m dressed up for a season

While you dressed down for persuasion

Can’t you see I’m all about realness

How I spit as if I caught an illness

Yet my vision’s always so good like I have God all over my business

I have God Knows in my business

So

«I'm serious I’m serious»

When I talk about my reservations

No allusions to recreation

I’m amending my situation

By relying on my apprehension

Better the devil you know

Than the devil you don’t

Have a relation-ship with I got real issues

With relatives on my back every time like parts of my spinal tissue

With phones calls you never want to reach you

Friends around you like bulletproof

But they cannot protect you when they’re artificial

So turn that fader

Clockwise so you hear me clearer

No time to be looking for Hagar

Rather keep faith in the midst of my nadir

I’ve been waving this flag long before Knaan

Champion of the tracks no wonder they thought we’re Kenyans

Gifted with a talent to capture moments like Canon

So Its true I love myself but I haven’t learned it from K. Dot

Like every other man I’m constantly fighting my weakness

Fighting temptation, Mrs Carter but minus the riches

Music takes you to places I pray my daughter forgives me

For every single second we lost when I’m in this haze

No reservations, whatever she feels she expresses

Got me rambling without a compass when I’m in her presence

Sense of direction deserts me I’m so susceptible

That’s when she tries to sway me away at these festivals

I’m thinking Christ figure, she’s talking 6 plus

Offered the Apple… Like Steve Jobs

But I had my reservations, she had nothing to lose

Tell her rewind my verse and find the reason I couldn’t lose