Morocco

Had to put to the side all my sorrows
I don't feel real happiness
I had to borrow
Didn't know where I was
'Gonna be tomorrow
Woke up in the middle of Morocco
I'm alone, feeling empty, hollow
In the middle of a souk getting followed
I don't like to show off no bravado
But if you're talking money
I'm the real aficionado
Rose up in Merzouga
Brushed the sand off my chest
Now I'm riding on a camel
Going all the way to Fes
North West Africa
Destination Marrakech
Doing what I said I'd do
Yeah I'm doing what I said
Don't try telling me what to do
'Cause I never acquiesce
Always on the road
I don't have an address
Assalamu Alaikum
How we like to be addressed
Djelleba
So many natural beauties in a dress
Got the feds on my back
With a fez on my head
I don't like to interact
That's why I got no real friends
Dare to fail
So I never fail to dare
I'm a killer in charge yeah
I'm 'gonna be-head
My alarm in the morning
Was the local prayers
Dripped out berber
Kaftan over layers
Everything I wrote better go unread
Everything I did better go unsaid
So much cocaine in the house
They call it Casablanca
White snow, Christmas day
Out in Casablanca
Call my Mr. Bedouin
I'm a desert dweller
Middle name atlas
I'm a mountain trekker
I mutate into a diamond
When I'm under pressure
What you call a burden
I call leisure
What I call laziness
You call effort
What you call misery
I call pleasure
Put to the side all my sorrows
My happiness is borrowed
Woke up in the middle of Morocco
Feeling empty inside It's hollow
In the souk I'm getting followed
I don't show off, no bravado
Talking money I'm the aficionado
Had to put to the side
All my sorrows
I don't feel real happiness
I had to borrow
Didn't know where I was
'Gonna be tomorrow
Woke up in the middle of Morocco
I'm alone, feeling empty, hollow
In the middle of a souk
Getting followed
I don't like to show off no bravado
But if you're talking money
I'm the real aficionado
I wasn't invited in
Into Ouarzazate I am flying in
Darija writing I'm deciphering
Face to face with the biggest
Desert in the world
Mr. Sahara I'm hiring you
Sand dunes and inspiring views
And my lips getting dry in here too
With my demons I'm done fighting
Got big goals and I'm still climbing
I'll get to the top
And I'll be the highest
All my cylinders are firing
Had to put to the side all my sorrows
I don't feel real happiness
I had to borrow
Didn't know where I was
'Gonna be tomorrow
Woke up in the middle of Morocco
I'm alone, feeling empty, hollow
In the middle
Of a souk getting followed
I don't like to show off no bravado
But if you're talking money
I'm the real aficionado