Mayday
The S.W.E.E.P.S. Lyrics


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It's mayday, its mayday
And I'm about to crash
Look up in the sky, it's a bird or is it a plane
Nah, it's just me and I'm coming back from the grave
Nah it's just me and I'm coming back for my plate
From the African continent I be Kamikaze
Crash my plane through your wall and prove I'm from the Kasi
Niggas strip off, tryna drink that Smirnoff
It's a hot stove, niggas cooking iceballs
Sell it to the highest bidder I be auctioning
Rats still rat now the cops the be question
Selling Intels, another form of hustling
Homies popping pills bruh, welcome to the agony

Tryna work in mud and shit (Tryna work in mud and shit)
Making that paper in fucking dirt
I be grinding since I was seventeen
Trouble is the way bruh
Making my way to fucking pray
Bible pages turn gray
Money clippers in my hay
I be shouting Mayday
Every single day is a souffleur

Prayers, layers after layers
She was on the radar
Target practice missed her
Shoot her with a missile
Now she moving sea-side
Yeah she's a hoe, money she got flaws
Always on the go, and I chase her with my Glock
And I'm back, in my home, everytime my cellphone roams
My homie, 25, in the day, yeah he lost his life
I was on hustle mode, crashing through the parking lot
Ain't nobody talking shit, tryna bring a wave of loo
I bring gifts like Santa Claus
Twelve years and I'm still a flop
Do it back and, I see you from afar, I shoot
Pull me back in it, aiming so high I'm just reckoning
Reckoning, fighting battles my wife she's cooking it
Eating my own words, add to my soup and I meant it, shit

Tryna work in mud and shit (Tryna work in mud and shit)
Making that paper in fucking dirt
I be grinding since I was seventeen
Trouble is the way bruh
Making my way to fucking pray
Bible pages turn gray
Money clippers in my hay




I be shouting Mayday
Every single day is a souffleur

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The S.W.E.E.P.S.'s song "Mayday" depict a sense of struggle, resilience, and determination in the face of adversity. The song opens with the repetition of "mayday," a distress signal often used by pilots in emergency situations. This sets the tone for the rest of the lyrics, as the artist describes feeling on the verge of crashing. However, instead of a literal crash, it seems to symbolize the challenges and hardships the artist has faced.


The line "Look up in the sky, it's a bird or is it a plane, Nah, it's just me and I'm coming back from the grave" suggests a metaphorical resurrection or comeback from a difficult situation. The artist then mentions their African heritage and references being like a kamikaze, crashing through walls to prove their roots from the "kasi," a South African term for a township or urban area.


Throughout the song, the artist also touches on themes of drug use, selling illegal substances, and the struggles of their community. They mention selling "Intels," which could refer to stolen or classified information, highlighting another form of hustling. The mentioning of homies popping pills portrays the reality of substance abuse they witness in their surroundings.


Line by Line Meaning

It's mayday, its mayday
A distress signal, indicating a state of emergency or imminent danger.


And I'm about to crash
I'm on the verge of a complete breakdown or failure.


Look up in the sky, it's a bird or is it a plane
Notice the unusual or unexpected presence in the surroundings.


Nah, it's just me and I'm coming back from the grave
Contrary to expectations, I have resurrected from a difficult situation.


Nah it's just me and I'm coming back for my plate
I am returning to claim what is rightfully mine.


From the African continent I be Kamikaze
With great determination and courage, I pursue my goals with an unyielding spirit.


Crash my plane through your wall and prove I'm from the Kasi
I break through barriers and obstacles to assert my identity and origin.


Niggas strip off, tryna drink that Smirnoff
People expose their true intentions, seeking temporary relief or distraction.


It's a hot stove, niggas cooking iceballs
The situation is intense and challenging, but individuals adapt and make the best of it.


Sell it to the highest bidder I be auctioning
I capitalize on my skills and resources, seeking the most advantageous opportunities.


Rats still rat now the cops the be question
Even in difficult circumstances, individuals continue to betray and deceive, causing the authorities to investigate.


Selling Intels, another form of hustling
Engaging in the trade of information is another means of finding success through hard work and determination.


Homies popping pills bruh, welcome to the agony
Friends succumb to destructive habits as they face the painful realities of life.


Tryna work in mud and shit (Tryna work in mud and shit)
Attempting to find success and earn a living despite challenging and unfavorable conditions.


Making that paper in fucking dirt
Generating income and wealth despite unfavorable circumstances or starting from scratch.


I be grinding since I was seventeen
I have been working tirelessly and persistently since a young age.


Trouble is the way bruh
Difficulties and hardships are an integral part of life.


Making my way to fucking pray
Striving to find solace and guidance through prayer and spirituality.


Bible pages turn gray
The passage of time and the weariness of life dull the vibrancy and relevance of religious teachings.


Money clippers in my hay
I have means to control and manage my finances and resources effectively.


I be shouting Mayday
I repeatedly cry out for help or express my desperation.


Every single day is a souffleur
Every day is an opportunity to inspire others and rise above challenges.


Prayers, layers after layers
Offering prayers with increasing depth and intensity.


She was on the radar
She was under close observation or scrutiny.


Target practice missed her
Attempts to harm or manipulate her failed to achieve the desired outcome.


Shoot her with a missile
Deliberately attack or harm her using powerful and destructive means.


Now she moving sea-side
She has relocated or changed her environment, seeking solace and tranquility.


Yeah she's a hoe, money she got flaws
She is a woman who engages in promiscuous behavior and exhibits flaws despite her financial wealth.


Always on the go, and I chase her with my Glock
She is constantly active and elusive, and I pursue her with aggression and determination.


And I'm back, in my home, everytime my cellphone roams
Returning to my place of comfort and familiarity, even when I am physically absent or disconnected.


My homie, 25, in the day, yeah he lost his life
My friend, at the age of 25, tragically passed away during the daytime.


I was on hustle mode, crashing through the parking lot
I was in a state of intense focus and determination, moving with great speed and force.


Ain't nobody talking shit, tryna bring a wave of loo
No one is challenging or provoking me, attempting to disrupt my positive energy and success.


I bring gifts like Santa Claus
I bring valuable and beneficial contributions or offerings, reminiscent of Santa Claus.


Twelve years and I'm still a flop
Despite twelve years of effort and persistence, I am still considered a failure or disappointment.


Do it back and, I see you from afar, I shoot
In response to your actions, I observe your behavior from a distance and retaliate.


Pull me back in it, aiming so high I'm just reckoning
I am compelled to immerse myself in challenging situations, aiming for lofty goals and facing the consequences.


Reckoning, fighting battles my wife she's cooking it
Engaging in a process of self-reflection, I confront and overcome personal conflicts, while my partner supports and endures alongside me.


Eating my own words, add to my soup and I meant it, shit
Accepting and acknowledging the consequences of my own words and actions, incorporating them into my personal growth and experiences.




Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Don Phillip, Pedro Andreoni

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