Lyrics:
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
don't get any darker
3/5 of a men and you work even harder
You feel like a disgrace
Toxic images makes you want to bleach your face
The only excuse
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
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
photoshop and still get wetin family go chop
Poverty is by choice oburo by force
Say e no work today aburo na muwa ga agba pause
I had lessons that never
believe it
Our God will make it good
If He did it before, He'll do it again
He's God, He's not like men
Without a doubt, He'll work it out
Our God will make
And I'll be loving you forever
(You're all that I need to get by)
I used to play hard to get, like a sample on a hook
We used to play with the pots, you
time slips away
Live by the good book
That's what the wise men say
But where does it leave us
Were they right or were they wrong
Gotta have hope
don't need another guy
I've been perfectly fine by myself and
I don't need another date
Boyfriends are overrated
Rather work on myself, doing things I'm
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
get to work, and his barrel full of sand, proud to head into the day,
His father’s right hand man.
Little men, growing up so fast.
Little men, wish
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
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
here belong, and standing strong, wrong ain't got a chance
Day by day, work or play, ready side by side
Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open
(Let's get it while it's hot)
How to stay paralyzed by fear of abandonment
How to defer to men in solvable predicaments
How to control
(Let's get it while it's hot)
How to stay paralyzed by fear of abandonment
How to defer to men in solvable predicaments
How to control
I got no fucks on charity
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me
Turn your faith in 2 seconds
Walk up
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
feminists
They used to just want female rights, but now they want men in cages
You know the world was solely built by men of all ages
But you don't care, you
niggas just stop and pull it (uh-huh)
Traded in his innocence for a box of bullets (damn)
If there's work in the house it belong to the trapper
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
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
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
the blood that you give to men
There's, no excuse I could give, we just all want to live
All the war that you bring to men
War, is comin' home, takes
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