Lyrics:
Liliane Michel
04.02.2020 (c) Suisa Bullen Music Productions
I DO GET TIRED
I do get tired
To be admired
By men with a low level of self esteem
take follow me
God nah you i trust I no go leave till you bless me
I no dey put my trust on men because surely them must to fail me
Nah turn by turn
the following statement
One's gotta learn to get rich
To be poor anyone can manage
Now once I made a round through the wise men
Don't nobody got no money problems
so high
I'm just tryna get by
Making ends meet on a minimum wage
Stuck inside systematic cage
Work life balance a luxury
There's no time for recovery
Wasn't laughing shit wasn't a joke nigga
Now I might retire early never work again
Used to be city boys now we suburban men
U know them guys over there
telling this bitch, this shit Issa a race
You gotta work harder if you want that 1st place
Damn It's Remy he back at it again
Them niggas he with, they
gbada asaba
247 men on duty
Sò ihem nacho wu isi Benji
Akozinam akuko mike Ejigha
Oweghi Ihe gbasalum na conji
Afghanistan dey learn work my bombing be
the best
In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well, she tore their boats
the land I love the best
In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well,
There must be more good women than men percentage wise
So her chance of having a husband just minimize
That's why a lot of girls claim they ain't
we're
One and the same
Cause we're saved from the penalty
That's after the grave
Don't be swayed by false teachings
From heathens with swift speakin'
We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont fuck with 7's men
We got that shit, little bitch,
doesn't me I'm not the same
Woman cheat and men they lie trust me when you hear me say
Memories they never die, emotions always seem to fade
I don't got
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
and burden of family on your back
Guilt in your heart
A combination of children work finances and fear of being shot
All while being black
Your pen becomes
Me and my friends are blind
Six of us born together
Each of us live in the dark
Lit by sound touch and smell
Men boasting of their catch
Women
Cuz dividends
Show kin
And Lost men
Camouflage
Chameleon
In the grass
Blending in
And no squares
In ya circle
Shake Em off
Do let em work you
And graven by the speaker of gods.
For gods by Odin, for elves by Dainn,
Dvalin for dwarves,
Alsvid for Jotuns, and I
Carved some for the sons of men.
Do you
deemed worthy of worship
And wondering reverence and God
The maker and maintainer of the mighty fabric
Will be adored by the men of that day
With
own
Just one sip and life returns
Razorfever
The pollution of your narrow perception
Read into the lines of men's work
Degeneration, let the truth
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
eye contact and I can't hold back
I try to shake it but the feeling comes right back
What have I gotten into, I feel possesed by you
I have these
With her tail-lights
She's another work of art
(She likes me) oh yeah
Walks like she doesn't care
A body to fear
Worshiped by pale star trek-nerds
Talks
make a sound)
The devil is here
(Way up in these hills)
If the work don't kill you
Being outta work will
All the men in my family's
Been miners since
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