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Somehow
Somehow, I got to make that money man
Somehow
Somehow, I got to make some money man
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Somehow, I got to make some more money man
And if my music won't
Then I'll be a working man till I'm super old
Till I'm super old
Till I'm super old
This is how my prayer goes

This is what I love Lord, please help me do this
I want to make music
I want to make music
Lately I been stressing like I'm about to lose it
Please walk me through this
Please walk me through this
This is what I love Lord, please help me do this
I want to make music
I want to make music
Lately I been stressing like I'm about to lose it
Please walk me through this
Please walk me through this

This is what I love to do
Sometimes I feel like it's the only thing I'm supposed to do
Cause at my job my bosses say I work too slow
I want to get my bachelor's
But at the college I couldn't make it through economics classes
I guess that's why when I fly, I'm still sitting in economy classes
I want to be rapping
But the money I'm stacking
Doesn't come from my passion
But from hard work it feels like I'm hustling backwards
Right now, the sun is shining
But I'm mad as fuck cause when I walk around on this island
It seems that everyone is doing well
And I'm the janitor that's clocking just minor
Figures and on top of that y'all
I had a shitload of money to pay back when I went back to college this fall
So, I could really use some cash of my raps
Hope I'll pass all the tests
But if I don't I know at least I get some... after class

This is what I love Lord, please help me do this
I want to make music
I want to make music
Lately I been stressing like I'm about to lose it
Please walk me through this
Please walk me through this
This is what I love Lord, please help me do this
I want to make music
I want to make music
Lately I been stressing like I'm about to lose it
Please walk me through this
Please walk me through this

My job got me stressed out
Thinking bout college got me messed up
Cause I don't know how I'ma come up with the money for the next semesters
So, Lord please send me some answers
I'm down here struggling
And I don't want to think about selling drugs again
I never did it but it sure crosses my mind often man
I ain't bullshitting I was about to get a foot in the business
Me and the homie had all the growing equipment
Weed plants like 6 feet high growing in my attic
It was a miracle the cops ain't noticed the grow lights
Glowing like a nuclear reaction
I had to put cardboard layers up against the window
Ventilation system on crescendo
Everything on our own expense yo
I don't know if I should be mad or thankful
That when I left town to work my man neglected the gardening
And when I came back all the plants were dry as shit
Don't know if we would've got paid or locked up if we could've harvested

This is what I love Lord, please help me do this
I want to make music
I want to make music
Lately I been stressing like I'm about to lose it
Please walk me through this
Please walk me through this
This is what I love Lord, please help me do this
I want to make music
I want to make music
Lately I been stressing like I'm about to lose it
Please walk me through this
Please walk me through this

I know I got off topic talking about pot
But I'm talking about profit
Trying to come sick like Big Daddy Kane, coughing twice
When I'm dead they gon' have to put me in the coffin twice
Cause my rhymes come back to life
I know I got carried away on the last verse
But this is all part of my life and this is how I want my raps heard
I make sure it's real-life shit even if talking about the past hurts
I want to think about what the future holds
Somehow, I got to make that money and if my music won't
Then I'll be a working man till I'm super old
But I won't give my dream up
I feel love whenever I hit the stage - believe me dawg
I stay mellow, I let these thugs go and mean mug
My main concern is the next rhyme reason enough
For you to palm my CD for
When the music's from the heart it don't feel forced
So never underestimate me cause I'm making real songs

This is what I love Lord, please help me do this
I want to make music
I want to make music
Lately I been stressing like I'm about to lose it
Please walk me through this
Please walk me through this
This is what I love Lord, please help me do this
I want to make music
I want to make music
Lately I been stressing like I'm about to lose it
Please walk me through this
Please walk me through this

Yeah
Got to make that money
Till I'm getting it
Until I'm getting it
I'll be worrying about getting rich
I'll be worrying about getting rich and
Trying to get a bigger crib for me and my girl
Got to make some more money man



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Writer(s): Sebastian Stephan
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