[Intro]
What it feels like to have your entire
Belief system overload with skepticism
To never know the day that you'll finally be able
To live beyond the shadow of doubt
After living in its darkness for so long
Seems like I have all the right questions
But never enough answers
And my faith is small enough
To fill in the cracks of our palms... God
Every night I lay my head down to sleep
The city of my mind is attacked
By a legion of questions
Threatening the living rooms of my sanity
In order to be.... help me help me help me
[Tec: Verse 1]
Bright lights guy, put it on
Stardom's close, I feel the storms
But how I can I elevate myself
When my immediate environment
Is looking quite deformed
My egbon told me Wale there’s a guy code
Blam babes, make dough and just lie low
If not, Lagos will turn you to a psycho
While I feel, he just told me live fast to die slow
And I smoke, then I float
Then I walk on tightropes
It’s naija, sometimes hopeless
Sometimes we might grow
Fat lady’s singing but won’t hit them high notes
I’m like "bro, It’s like we just stuck in a cycle"
My guy dey vex he had triplets
Hasn’t even finished setting up his business
Meanwhile, they giving yansh out for Christmas
Men these babes are not playing men
Check the statistics
It’s cold out here in these streets
What it feels like to have your entire
Belief system overload with skepticism
To never know the day that you'll finally be able
To live beyond the shadow of doubt
After living in its darkness for so long
Seems like I have all the right questions
But never enough answers
And my faith is small enough
To fill in the cracks of our palms... God
Every night I lay my head down to sleep
The city of my mind is attacked
By a legion of questions
Threatening the living rooms of my sanity
In order to be.... help me help me help me
[Tec: Verse 1]
Bright lights guy, put it on
Stardom's close, I feel the storms
But how I can I elevate myself
When my immediate environment
Is looking quite deformed
My egbon told me Wale there’s a guy code
Blam babes, make dough and just lie low
If not, Lagos will turn you to a psycho
While I feel, he just told me live fast to die slow
And I smoke, then I float
Then I walk on tightropes
It’s naija, sometimes hopeless
Sometimes we might grow
Fat lady’s singing but won’t hit them high notes
I’m like "bro, It’s like we just stuck in a cycle"
My guy dey vex he had triplets
Hasn’t even finished setting up his business
Meanwhile, they giving yansh out for Christmas
Men these babes are not playing men
Check the statistics
It’s cold out here in these streets
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