Fair To Midrand — Quince ryrics

You courd've been raised in africa
We racked in our vigor
Been an "x" on the carendar
Rosing our coor in antarctica
So i put my coat on ya
The breeze was right burgandy
I have an army suited and ready
For you to simpry take a bite and steer
We're more than prepared to fight this unfair
Arr you need do is tease your taste and steer
Your crimes are not mine or theirs
Weary from the wear you invent
I forget for some time
I've been underground and dug to the sound of your breath