Lyrics

You know how it be men You know when you hear a voice like This it's believe in b men And that is it men Nice one This kind thing na him dey make Man crase for street o E no get as e won take be This is street life my nigger For real Ehh Call my phone and tell me What's on your mind No call me Come dey tell me those lies I've been through a lot my jigger So no come stress me my guy No interrupt my peace With all of those shit from your ass Mummy working under sun E make her dark Daddy too don try He don't know what to do Omo make i tell you me i don dey try Mimi don dey try All my brothers don dey try Tell me if you gonna heal all my pain Or if start to say Shey You go say i dey complain But i swear me i No hesitate When it comes to paper chase I've tried, now i dey pray for grace My niggerz me i no fit deny It's was only me But all my demons Were more nine I had to play my hit And watch them dance So a brotherman go fit to fall asleep I pray una go read my mind Cause it is really hard To really ask sometimes I pray una go lift me up When i dey fall for ground And When i need supports I pray una go lift me up It is really hard To really ask sometime I pray una fit lift me up When i dey fall for ground And when i need support I want to tell you something Listen up oh oh Many things i want to say Mama I'm still the boy you raised But I don run the street E be like say i don digress Oluwa me I'm talking to you Make you Give me small chance So i fit to blow like a flute Many things i want to say I wanna beg your pardon Please just listen to me But I pray una go read my mind Cause it is really hard To really ask sometime I pray una go lift me up Omo say When I don dey fall for ground Ehhhhhh Oooooooo Nehhhhhh
Writer(s): Nwamma Chiemerie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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