Mister, Mister Lyrics

[Intro] [MJ Summers]
Do you wanna sell the show
Do you wanna sell your soul
Everybody wanna blow
Sell your soul, take a check baby
Do you wanna sell the show
Sell your soul

[Verse] [Lungelo Manzi]
Black with this ambition
Make this world feel like a prison
Full of isms all around
When they just swallowed my intentions
Black inside this system
Make this Earth feel like I'm tripping
Like I'm missing, fighting back
I need no more than my percentage
I ain't got the pleasure
Just to do this here for kicks
I ain't got the leisure
When it's heavy on the hip
I don't see forever
When I barely make the rent
Shooting shots beyond the net
Every verse sound like a fix
I think I ran the metres
I think I blew the bench
My come up made believers
My come up blew the fence
Got twisted in the re-up
I tried to make amends
My come up made 'em keep up
Been running ever since
Hello Mister, Mister finally made it to the show
Fifteen minutes on your name
Take your place and let them know
When they ask you what it takes
Shake your head and tell 'em bro
You'll never know, you'll never know
[Chorus] [MJ Summers]
Hello, mister
Mister do you wanna sell the show
Everybody wanna piece
Everybody wanna blow
Hello, mister
Mister, do you wanna sell your soul 
If you wanna take this seat
Take the chair and take a check
Hello, mister
Mister do you wanna sell a show
Everybody wanna piece
Everybody wanna blow
Hello, mister
Mister, do you wanna sell your soul 
If you wanna take a seat
Take a chair and take a check, baby
Take a chair and take a check, baby Take a chair and take a check, baby
Take a chair and take a check, baby
Take a chair and take a--

[Verse] [Lungelo Manzi]
What you know about chasing the fame
And what's popping over your dream
What you know about growing relentless
Complaining, blaming your reach
What you know about losing your patience
Complacent, waiving your fee
What you know about losing incentive
On stages, playing for free
For the floetry, I imagine
For a moment, took what was handed
Know I got some wisdom to balance
Knowing all the hoops I've been landing
Dicking down my lady to sleep
Licking down these bruises I keep
A little ethanol to get involved
A little more than I need
Sick of all that sticks in the scene
Sick of all the cliques in the street
Sick of all the purchase, all that hurts and
Works against all my chi
Sick of all the lows to find a flow 
To find a road to my sleep
Think I'm overthinking this moment
Think I'm over missing my means
[Chorus] [MJ Summers]
Hello, mister
Mister do you wanna sell the show
Everybody wanna piece
Everybody wanna blow
Hello, mister
Mister, do you wanna sell your soul 
If you wanna take this seat
Take the chair and take a check
Hello, mister
Mister do you wanna sell a show
Everybody wanna piece
Everybody wanna blow
Hello, mister
Mister, do you wanna sell your soul 
If you wanna take a seat
Take a chair and take a check, baby
Take a chair and take a check, baby
Take a chair and take a check, baby
Take a chair and take a check, baby
Take a chair and take a--

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