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Oh My
11,688
Hip-Hop/Rap
Oh My was released on January 1, 2008 by Sweatshop Union Music as a part of the album Water Street
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2008
LabelSweatshop Union Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sweatshop Union
Sweatshop Union
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Boaz de Jong
Boaz de Jong
Composer
Jerry Leembruggen
Jerry Leembruggen
Composer
Ruben Fernhout
Ruben Fernhout
Composer
Jasper Helderman
Jasper Helderman
Composer
Mike Caupain
Mike Caupain
Writer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Unfortunate for me, I couldn't afford to be fortunate
Shit, more like the kid misfortune never missed
Accordin' to the landlord, I'm poor as piss
Tryin' to get this poor a recordin' hit
But down low, only shows supportin' this
Which I really don't know how the tourin' gets
And I didn't just come here to moan and bitch
Grown folks spittin' for their own kids benefit, it's
The return of the poor man's rap
For those who don't own homes off coke rap
There ain't enough love, so we're showin' that
So them old school cats now broke from rap
It's mostly the poor that most MC's ignore
While most these MC's were born and grew up poor
While we slave in the old workforce
That pay for a government that don't work for us
[Verse 2]
(Oh my) Oh, just tryin' to get by, Lord, I'm
(So tired) Fightin' to get my, tryin' to get my
(Low ride) Though it ain't for me lately, it don't faze me, it's
(Alright) 'Cause I make money, money don't make me
[Verse 3]
Fortunately, I believe that we can call agree
It was what it is, not what we thought it'd be
And if what I live ain't what I'm called to be
I must have mistrained my psychology
And it's a mystery, ain't it, the kids exist among the mis-created?
History just like a train without a destination
We need food, clothes, and shelter
So we hustle till we old and helpless
And if you do only go for the gold and wealth
You're still alone, 'cause you don't know yourself
At the end of the day, still gotta eat, still gotta feed your kids
Still gotta light and heat the crib
I overstand that, nobody planned that
And single mothers askin' where the fuck their man at
But life demand that we do it for love
From student to thug, from the schools to the clubs, it goes
[Verse 4]
(Oh my) Oh, just tryin' to get by, Lord, I'm
(So tired) Fightin' to get my, tryin' to get my
(Low ride) Though it ain't for me lately, it don't faze me, it's
(Alright) 'Cause I make money, money don't make me
(Oh my) Oh, just tryin' to get by, Lord, I'm
(So tired) Fightin' to get my, tryin' to get my
(Low ride) Though it ain't for me lately, it don't faze me, it's
(Alright) 'Cause I make money, money don't make me
[Verse 5]
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my...
Written by: Boaz de Jong, Jasper Helderman, Jerry Leembruggen, Mike Caupain, Ruben Fernhout
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