Lyrics

It was a little dark day In my little house with my Gees I de sitting on the couch Got a text on ig from an old friend saying Brother where you de o I notice you de sing and You've been buzzing on my page You'll be the right fit And you come with the rage Dem go love you like this If you pull up to my place Let me put you on in my way o Got a long term deal Man I signed my papers Man I was balling with the pros and haters wasn't picking up the phone I swear I was on a row Cos steady we de ball like Lakers Until I lost it I fell sick And then they started saying I won't cut it because the illness Would be fucking up the profit oh na na Say oh na na say oh na na Man it's not even my fault that I was even born this way o SS no be something I go carry de play o Ah eh o ah ah eh o ah eh o ah ah Not even my fault that I was even born this way o SS no be something I go carry de play o Ah eh o ah ah eh o ah eh o ah ah ya ya ya My time is my time I know Imma take my steps and go Imma do it in a wave and more And more oh na na They trynna blur my vision too Blue prints in my hand good I'm HIM can't miss my move My move Man it's not even my fault that I was even born this way o SS no be something I go carry de play o Ah eh o ah ah eh o ah eh o ah ah Not even my fault that I was even born this way o SS no be something I go carry de play O Ah eh o ah ah eh o ah eh o ah ah ya ya ya
Writer(s): Mark Iyeh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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