About It

Yayy mmmh Do something about it I don't care what you say I got a lotta things on my plate See every other morning I wake and pray Oh lord i just wanna be out of this space And I'll be 20 in three days It's fucking with my head I don't think I'm ready Because a lot comes with this age And these Days nobody wan hear your case So I fight my battles, on my own On my hustle all night long No one's coming for your burden Just keep going on and on And if all don settle oh my God We go buy them bottles girls and more Too much happiness for my soul Cos man don tire all life long And I'm not talking about it I'm trynna do something about it I'm done talking about it And see my brain sharp my arm strong na full don Can you please keep the mic on Gotta lotta things to say 'bout my life And I cannot even lie Grab a tissue you might wanna cry for me But don't you worry 'bout me Everyday na different story That's on me Nobody dey for me See my girl calling school stressing (pressure) Family dey need me got no leisure If you fit to help please call my number Just give me the money I go call you master Girl calling school stressing (pressure) Family dey need me got no leisure If you fit to help please call my number Aaah aah aaaah So I fight my battles on my own On my daily hustle all night long No one's coming for my burden Going on and on And if all don settle all my God We go buy them bottles on and on On and on we say on and on o on On and on o on So I fight my battles, on my own On my hustle all night long No one's coming for your burden Just keep going on and on And if all don settle oh my God We go buy them bottles girls and more Too much happiness for my soul Cos man don tire all life long