Justin De Nobrega - Total f** Up lyrics

[Intro] [Hook] You are so lost in make-believe You have a new reality [Duppie] Kyk yo! [Verse 1: Max] Secretly I'm flippin insecure there I said it Behind the scenes I'm tired of being me cause I'm pathetic I'm never gonna make it, I might as well forget it Success f** yes, never gonna get it Broke as a joke, I swear to god I wouldn't lie to you Never had a job since I left school in '92 Can't handle people telling me what to do Need to be my own boss that's why I rock a suit Try to handle my biz and show I'm the man Here I am, with the microphone in my hand If it's not a microphone in my hand, it's a flyer Like a muf door to door salesman with no fire Please come see my show, it's gonna be cool I promise This song is, honest, enough to make you vomit Still sounding strange, still counting change Huh what's happening? I never wanna rap again [Hook] [Verse 2: Duppie] Sorry bru, I still don't mean to worry you, hello I'm not asking for money, sorry man, hello? My naam is Duppie, bly in die afdakkie Yo brah, you and me we could be making some money Your rap is kak funny bro I skeem you rock I also watch Channel O, yo I feel you dog You mustn't put yourself down, I don't think you're kak You must too hook me up, maybe I can bring you luck Cause I also do music, yeah I also got a talent I do karaoke in the happy hour at the tavern And you must check I did win the competition And I got a vision, now a man is on a mission Cause the man has got problems, you know how hard the life is Four little lighties from four different wifeys I'm serious, let's do this, we can make a CD Put me in a studio, I wanna be on TV! Check me out, check me out, check me out (singing) Everybody's laughing because it's you I'm asking They don't skeem my chances are high They say that I don't have what it takes to make you happy All the same I just have to try (Ba bree ba bree ba bree bap-bap) Hello my naam is Duppie (Ba bree ba bree ba bree bap-bap) Maar julle moenie lag nie (Ba bree ba bree ba bree bap-bap) Ek trek my entjie warm (Ba bree ba bree ba bree bap-bap) Maar ek trek nie die vrag nie [Verse 3: Yo-Landi] Kykie, you're not a rap crew (Duppie: Maak jou bek toe!) Gaan die oomie werk toe of kerk toe? Don't moan, rather put down the microphone and go home f** you and your kak suit! Woah woah woah woah woah [Verse 4: Max] I want to break free, why does everybody hate me? Maybe I should take E, and maybe try to get in with the new rave scene I'll change my name to Wad E, rock space age shades and shave my body Sport tight little white shorts, now I'm the man A tight white vest says "pump up the jam" Change my accent; make it more wild Total makeover, change my whole style With the tiger balm inside my palm My mind is gone, but the vibe is on [Hook]