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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rowlene
Rowlene
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victor Mugadza
Victor Mugadza
Songwriter
Robert Magwenzi
Robert Magwenzi
Songwriter
Stephen Kent
Stephen Kent
Songwriter
Julio Mijiga
Julio Mijiga
Songwriter
Rowlene Nicole Bosman
Rowlene Nicole Bosman
Songwriter
Omari Latif Hardwick
Omari Latif Hardwick
Songwriter
Michael Ngulube
Michael Ngulube
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blank Spaces
Blank Spaces
Producer
Mike Mantshina
Mike Mantshina
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm flowing with a note they done given me
With that motherland in my throat like Shaheen up in me
Cape Town, I been throwing down with a rope so they can lift me
But I woke in a frenzy
Had a nightmare my mirror was missing
Used to it being right there, close enough for the lights there
Just to see what's up in me
Truth or dare
Neither here nor there
But I might care if my wish is within, G
Clean 'em with what I write here
And make sure they ain't stingy
11:11, thank my scars, the mic right there
Thanks to God, He gave me enough to share
Truth or dare
From my lips to your ears
And to all who can hear, my youth came with some tears
Walk a smile and my boots came with some breaks and some tears
Romeo with my jewels like some shakes in my spear
Talk some miles to you, chyeah
I'm a prodigal child, looking for my mirror
So I can follow my unborn child till he or she appear
I done paid for my dues
I done stayed for them boos
Close my eyes until then
Picture-perfect picture with a pen
On a stage with no rules
Pop a beer can here, make a wish and eat my painful thought
Then clean my dirty dish
11:11, take a wish and use it like Heaven on Earth
I'm a fool with the sin
Mirror, mirror, where you been?
I can use you like my skin
All them bruises covering
Life is losing whilst you win
Like a clueless musician
Like I'm Judas but I'm ten, then eleven
Heaven and talk to God
No more selling Him
Just guitars and cello in the wind
Then blow that shit hard like it's a party time about to begin
Spit that hope like it's more than mine in the end
Chyeah, I row my boat like it's forty-nine till my mirror back again
11:11, soon to see all the cracks in me, my friend
Soon as y'all hear these tracks I needed to mend
11:11, until then
Written by: Julio Mijiga, Rowlene Bosman, Michael Ngulube, Victor Mugadza, Omari Latif Hardwick, Robert Magwenzi, Stephen Kent
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