A nocturnal Amapiano closer that turns passing streetlights into a fast, melodic English-isiZulu release.
[Intro]
Bathi, count the streetlights
One, two, three
Ngiyahamba nokwami
The night already knows
[Verse 1]
One green bulb above the laundromat door
One blue window on the fifth floor
I used to read the city like a warning sign
Now I leave the small talk at the red line
My cousin said, "You never tell us where you go"
I said, "The road is not a person I owe"
Ngibambe isikhathi, angibambi amanga
I keep my own name when the block gets loud
[Pre-Hook]
No map in my pocket, no borrowed plan
Just my good shoes and the weather in my hands
[Hook]
Bathi, count the streetlights
One, two, three, I let it go
Angisabuyeli emuva
The night already knows
Bathi, count the streetlights
Mamela, don't call it luck
Ngihamba nokwami
I made enough from enough
[Verse 2]
There is a note on the fridge in my old flat
"Take your keys, don't come back for the small facts"
I smiled at that, then I left the dishcloth dry
Some doors close clean; some windows keep the sky
You can keep your version in a plastic sleeve
Mine has rain on it, mine can breathe
Angisafuni indawo yokuchaza
I step past the talk and the talk falls behind
[Rap-sung lift]
Four blocks, five lights, no need to rush
No grand farewell, no headline fuss
Eish, I learned what silence costs
Now I spend it where the air stays soft
[Bridge]
Uma ubheka phezulu, uyabona?
No ceiling over this town
If they ask, let them wonder
I won't turn around
[Final Hook]
Bathi, count the streetlights
One, two, three, I let it go
Angisabuyeli emuva
The night already knows
Bathi, count the streetlights
Ngihamba nokwami
I made enough from enough
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