dumela woody — yo, let's sketch it out soon.
lights low, speakers hot, ideas in the room.
late-night studio, city glow through the blinds,
you nod, i nod back, handshake like two signs.
we trade lines for lifelines, beats for promises kept,
no half-steppin', just step-in — every midnight we’ve wept.
ramen on the table, notebooks with crossed-out plans,
you hum a hook, i lock the phrase — we build with our hands.
ke a go tshepa when i say it, no smoke and mirrors here,
trust in the small things: keys, cues, and coming through next year.
we whisper, we map it, we hustle in cadence,
from the curb to the booth, from sketches to statements.
tshepo mo pono — trust in the vision (tshepo mo pono)
re ikaelela, re ikaelela — we build on trust (we build on trust)
trust the beat, trust the plan, trust the man beside ya
woody, let’s sketch it out soon — ride or guide ya.
yo woody, remember that night we chased the barline?
you played a loop, i found the rhyme, the stars aligned.
handshake sealed, no paper, just pride and the grind,
studio lit like confessionals where we leave doubt behind.
i spit the punchlines, you twist the melody cold,
from first draft to final mix, watch the story unfold.
promises keep like vinyl — we press and we spin,
every verse a blueprint, every chorus where we begin.
tshepo mo pono — trust in the vision (hold that)
re ikaelela, re ikaelela — we build on trust (we build on trust)
trust the beat, trust the plan, trust the man beside ya
woody, let’s sketch it out soon — ride or guide ya.
a re tshepileng? (are we trusting?)
ee, re tshepileng — yes, we trust (yes, we trust)
a re šoma ka pelo? (do we work from the heart?)
ee, pelo ya rona — heart leads, we start.
(we trust, we work from the heart — let’s start.)
beat drops heavy like the truth on a late-night beat,
you paint the color, i lace the street with heat.
no fake flex, no fronting, we keep receipts of respect,
when we say we ride together, we ride — no disconnect.
from demos to stadium shows, from quiet to loud,
we fold fear like paper, make a legacy proud.
so sketch the hook, pass the pen, i’ll back the ad-lib,
this collab’s a promise — sewn tight, no loose fib.
so here’s the invite, handwritten on the track:
late nights, big lights, no doubt, no looking back.
dumela woody — let's lock the session, start the mission,
tshepo mo pono — trust in the vision.
