Who writes?

From Ruff Fest, wassup!

What's up?

Are you funny?

Am I funny?

Wa-sha!

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!

There's nothing like us.

Thank you.

There's nothing like us.

There's nothing like us.

There's nothing like us

I get colors from there.

there's nothing like us

There's nothing like us

I can't let me.

Bye.

Bye.

All right.

Yabunamin.

Binaninanda.

Andinastress.

He's keep a low profile, drink a muffin, my life is undercover.

Uncle Alim Dwayne, I'm choosing a decider.

Uncle Manquins, man's a dancer, my atta.

I'm turning fame, but could make it even better.

If I'm feeling free, I'm going to be a sailor.

I'm going to be a sailor.

He'll save my name.

There's nothing like us.

What is it, Joe?

This is Rafes from Cape Town to London.

Aspetuti from London to Cape Town.

This is Rafes out in the city of London.

In the Bayer Standard.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Aspire Tutti from London, Cape Town.

This is the best of Indesperate London.

Bye.

Bye.