(Intro)
Yeah…
From Zim to the world,
This one’s personal.
(Verse 1)
Born in Zimbabwe, name Praise on my chest,
I’m eighteen years breathing, still learning my steps.
They say I move fast, say I love like a crime,
Fall deep in a moment, get attached every time.
I don’t chase perfection, I chase what feels real,
Even broken men got something good to reveal.
Older ones taught me the weight of their scars,
Younger ones showed me they dream from afar.
I switch it up, yeah, I alternate lanes,
From wisdom to recklessness, pleasure to pain.
They count every body, they sharpen their tone,
Call me names, but they never walked this road alone.
(Hook)
They say I move guy to guy, like I don’t feel the cost,
But I grieve every ending, yeah, I feel every loss.
I believed in the good, even when it went wrong,
Still hoping for “the one” while I’m writing this song.
(Verse 2)
Hesh keep calling like, “You still awake?”
Drake say he miss me, swear it’s too late.
Mark was a lesson, learned loyalty hurts,
Kris had my trust, left it dead in the dirt.
Joshua promised forever in pieces,
I held onto words when the actions went missing.
Some of them cheated, some I betrayed,
I carry that guilt, yeah, I still feel the weight.
Cried over exes like funerals held,
Loved them so hard I forgot about self.
Every “I found him,” every false dawn,
Every time thinking, this one’s the one.
(Hook)
They say I move guy to guy, like I don’t feel the cost,
But I grieve every ending, yeah, I feel every loss.
I believed in the good, even when it went wrong,
Still hoping for “the one” while I’m writing this song.
(Verse 3)
I get attached quick, yeah, that part is true,
Meet a man today, tomorrow it’s “me and you.”
Then he disappear like smoke in the rain,
Leave me holding feelings, memorizing pain.
They call it weakness, I call it heart,
I don’t love halfway, I fall apart.
I saw angels in men with devilish ways,
Still kissed the storm, still prayed for the change.
Slut-shamed by mouths that don’t know my mind,
I wasn’t chasing bodies, I was chasing a sign.
If loving too much is the charge I face,
Then lock me up — I still choose faith.
(Outro)
Zimbabwean girl, still standing tall,
Eighteen years old, still answering the call.
Maybe one day love won’t leave me alone,
Till then I’ll believe…
Even when I’m on my own.
