[Intro: Ntsika Bungane]
Alright kids, I hope you're buckled up
You're now listening to Role Model Radio
The best music, by the worst people
[Verse 1: Ntsika Bungane]
She from the suburbs (No way)
She can't articulate (Yeah)
Don't really dress well, but she wear Alyx (She wear Alyx)
Is it a racial thing?
That's why they pick on me (Uh, okay)
A situation (Oh, yeah), I can't believe (I can't believe)
[Pre-Chorus: Ntsika Bungane]
I can't believe all that shit, all that shit
Whatchu mean?
I'm sad, you sad, you said, "You can't talk to me"
I keep appearances, I'm a celebrity
You say you rich, but not like me
[Chorus: Ntsika Bungane]
Just look around, just look around
Every man for himself (For himself)
Like, what's your name?
No, wait tell, ring a bell?
Man, shut the fuck up
Like, can't you tell?
Like, can't you tell?
It's every man for himself
(It's every man for himself)
(It's every man for himself)
(It's every man for himself)
(It's every man for himself)
Alright kids, I hope you're buckled up
You're now listening to Role Model Radio
The best music, by the worst people
[Verse 1: Ntsika Bungane]
She from the suburbs (No way)
She can't articulate (Yeah)
Don't really dress well, but she wear Alyx (She wear Alyx)
Is it a racial thing?
That's why they pick on me (Uh, okay)
A situation (Oh, yeah), I can't believe (I can't believe)
[Pre-Chorus: Ntsika Bungane]
I can't believe all that shit, all that shit
Whatchu mean?
I'm sad, you sad, you said, "You can't talk to me"
I keep appearances, I'm a celebrity
You say you rich, but not like me
[Chorus: Ntsika Bungane]
Just look around, just look around
Every man for himself (For himself)
Like, what's your name?
No, wait tell, ring a bell?
Man, shut the fuck up
Like, can't you tell?
Like, can't you tell?
It's every man for himself
(It's every man for himself)
(It's every man for himself)
(It's every man for himself)
(It's every man for himself)
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