Lyrics:
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
been a target by many men
But on god being broke is the worst shit
We ever been
Industry costing me sanity
And many friends
That left the door open
My Life
Ee a Kwame Nkansah Nie
Richbhad O why
I carried pure water for my head top for so many years at Circle ɛɛ
Fi sɛ me ne first born a for work
And then change the name
Let me pull up the lyrics. They're nuts
Is this also you
No, this is my friend Holly
That one was hard to record
Is this Elise
feeling out
Said I'm on another planet, working on our next now
Working on this album, feeling like I'm on some crunch time
I'll try to make another so my
lip in her joyous work
And friends this is the realest place I know
It makes me squirm like a worm I am so grateful
You could ride your bike there
of these things that I want
Na why I pray to God
And I still put in work
And I still put in work
Back in the Days ah hustle to get support from my friends
Used to think I'd never make it
I was always so quiet making music in that basement
But I just dropped an album and I'm feelin kinda good
Yeah,
know how it feels but I can't really say
It's like a mental orgasm, it's like a spiritual orgasm
That's why I do it with more passion
So much work
You go pay the cost
Shii
No noise
Men just Dey work
Work cuz me I gast chop
Work till everywhere soft
Shuuu ma nigga no noise
Woodada
And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz
I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends
"Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
Two good men a long time gone,
Two good men a long time gone
(Two good men a long time gone, oh, gone),
Sacco, Vanzetti a long time gone,
Left me
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
The only fucking thing they do every night
Putting in work make it all come to light
The only aspect of me that I like
The rapper, the homie, the friend
build
Poison in my cup, I need to refill
I feel it in my gut, you niggas meek still
I inherit the Earth
Like three wise men pulled up to cherish my
All men are evil
I can't see through this evil
All this hate and this
I can't wait for you anymore
Torn by a girl on the shore
I can't wait for you
Its kofi k on the tack
Yh just look at me am blessed
Everything is going straight, men without stress
I like it
Everyday rest, haha
Did you know
"You want power, but you're not big enough
So you steal it piece by piece.
Take it in spoils, and step by step you'll weaken and the power is gone"
keep the same energy
Not when ya friends turn enemies
Would never throw dirt on ya name for real
Pray to God I don't let the anger build
Why you gotta
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men
Come gather 'round, friends
And I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
Discuss these by ork and friends album men at work Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In