Heritier Wata - Sorry - New Single

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lyrics / Lyrics:
Creature with 12 pairs of ribs if my sin makes you walk
coast coast that my forgiveness alleviates your pain
You the masterpiece of the creator
Emmanuel's mother, wife and fan
I'm sorry mom
Ohhh ohhh wata really sorry for everything

I grew up with my mom, I don't like her in pain.
A single day when I disappoint my fans is worth more than 5 years in prison that the judges would inflict on me.
5 minutes of shame for my children, will punish me more than 10 years in prison.
They dare to say I'm looking for the buzz
Whoever wants to drown his dog accuses him of rage.
Their concern is to see me worthless, like a 5000-franc note lost in circulation.

They rented 9 tractors to pull a weed from Congolese music
The sound of the rain on the sheets always ends up stopping
The scent of problems dies in the silence of the air
I'm only in the ambulance, but you make my obituary
Stop negotiating the price of elephant ivory if you haven't killed it yet
God made you a forced manicure, you lost your nails by destroying me.
You spilled alcohol on my body, even though I didn't drink the smell makes me sound drunk

I'm sorry for everything
Sorry my fans
Want to isolate myself, worries
Like a mausoleum at the end of the village

I'm sorry for everything
Sorry even for their lies
Want to isolate myself, regret
Like a mausoleum at the end of the village
Mom Denise Nyakeru.

Some things broke my heart, but mended and reframed my vision

The merits and benefits of the person in their gallery are quickly erased
To talk about your failures and mistakes, they'll borrow units to ruin your reputation
Lies and montages that Naomie wife of others, mother of 3 children and wife of a deputy
So that the base vomits me up ahh
The darling loved by his old people becomes an enemy
There is eel under the rock ehhh

The career is like a house
It can't be built in a day
But we can destroy it in one day
That's what they want, Eulalie Monsoh
I'm a flag, how could I dance if I'm separated from the air, from you my fans

I grew up with my mom, I don't like her in pain.
A single day when I disappoint my fans is worth more than 5 years in prison that the judges would inflict on me.
5 minutes of shame for my children, will punish me more than 10 years in prison.
Mama Olive Lembe
Sorry ehh

I'm sorry suffering
Sorry my audience
Want to isolate myself worries
Like a mausoleum at the end of the village

I'm sorry mother Hamida
And I forgive them all lies
Want to isolate myself ye ehhh
Like a mausoleum at the end of the village

I'm sorry mother Hamida Chatur
Sorry ye ye ye
Want to isolate myself, isolate myself, isolate