Letra

(Usually never cry at all, I would say I'm pretty tough) (Waves on the track) (But it's been a couple weeks now and I still feel stuck in my lungs) (And usually I go out in my life) Ayy, Byron (And nothing do you want) If you're a star, you hear that, my fam? (You're that shit) Eh, me work too hard fi go lose it easy Look between the lines, improve me reading Call up me na dance hall, yeah, the music need me Ah, we a di future and di youths believe it Ah, praise some Jah, me nah pray di views ting Depan di balcony and a view di sea still Ah, it's a great man rich fi keep it But mi pride a gone up and this a never di remix Ah, you to say we can't make it now, man, God, no Remember when dem consider me a class clown If you a look fi greatness, me name a fi call if you a swown See deh we gone now Keta youth, remember you bad as you are Me and me same dog, dem still a paw All though dem consider me a star Me a bafa, we a still fi go far Ghetto youths believe Anything inna life, you go da jeep Used to work before, now na jeep Now get legs like Moses, apart the seats Ah-ah You two say we can't make it now, man, God, no Remember when dem consider me a class clown If you a look fi greatness, me name a fi call if you walk strong See that we gone now Me work too hard fi go lose it easy Look between the lines, improve me reading Call up, me nah dance all, yeah, the music need me A we a di future and di youths believe it A breeze, someday me nah breathe The view stink, dey pon di balcony and a view di sea still Heights of great man rich fi keep it Do mi buy a gun up on di sand if a di rainin' Ah, you to say we can't make it now, man, gah, no Remember when dem can't sit and me a class clown If you a look fi greatness, me name a fi call if you walk strong See deh we gone now
Writer(s): Dylan Najae Byron Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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