Fridge
Everyday
Praying to the Lord
Through the stress
And arguing at home
No money from the show
Fridge empty
One call away
From doing road
Shoulders hurt
From carrying this load
I swear
Ima make it
With my bros
Getting money
from these shows
Fridge plenty
Then call for the tour
And hit the road
Been through it
Don't know who to trust
So much hate
They don't deserve my love
Get signs and wonders
From above
Telling me
That very soon
I'll buss
Depression creeping on me
Like a creep
Man I swear
This life ain't
For the weak
Mm
No money all
Throughout this week
Might call my darg
Who's doing deep
But everyday
Praying to the Lord
Contemplating which way
I should go
Coz no money from the show
Fridge empty
One call away
From doing road
Shoulders hurt
From carrying this load
I swear
Ima make it
With my bros
Getting money
from these shows
Fridge plenty
Then call for the tour
And hit the road
Patience wearing thin
There's no time
Passion got me staying
On my grind
Music stop me from
Losing my mind
Don't worry mama
I'll be fine
Don't worry mama
I'll be fine
This the road I chose
There's no rewind
But with every choice
There comes a price
I guess I'm doing this
For life
So everyday
Praying to the Lord
Through the stress
And arguing at home
No money from the show
Fridge empty
One call away
From doing road
Shoulders hurt
From carrying this load
I swear
Ima make it
With my bros
Getting money
From these shows
Fridge plenty
Then call for the tour
And hit the road
Praying to the Lord
Through the stress
And arguing at home
No money from the show
Fridge empty
One call away
From doing road
Shoulders hurt
From carrying this load
I swear
Ima make it
With my bros
Getting money
from these shows
Fridge plenty
Then call for the tour
And hit the road
Been through it
Don't know who to trust
So much hate
They don't deserve my love
Get signs and wonders
From above
Telling me
That very soon
I'll buss
Depression creeping on me
Like a creep
Man I swear
This life ain't
For the weak
Mm
No money all
Throughout this week
Might call my darg
Who's doing deep
But everyday
Praying to the Lord
Contemplating which way
I should go
Coz no money from the show
Fridge empty
One call away
From doing road
Shoulders hurt
From carrying this load
I swear
Ima make it
With my bros
Getting money
from these shows
Fridge plenty
Then call for the tour
And hit the road
Patience wearing thin
There's no time
Passion got me staying
On my grind
Music stop me from
Losing my mind
Don't worry mama
I'll be fine
Don't worry mama
I'll be fine
This the road I chose
There's no rewind
But with every choice
There comes a price
I guess I'm doing this
For life
So everyday
Praying to the Lord
Through the stress
And arguing at home
No money from the show
Fridge empty
One call away
From doing road
Shoulders hurt
From carrying this load
I swear
Ima make it
With my bros
Getting money
From these shows
Fridge plenty
Then call for the tour
And hit the road
Credits
Writer(s): Nehemie Okili
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