what a day

Don't make me push play for real
I'm just tryna get paid for real
Me and my friends have the same mindset
And they just won't let me fail for real
If I make beats, it's a lot to take
If I don't spit, that's a lot to say
And I don't drink so I concentrate
And I don't smoke so I concentrate
Tim ba ti sope mi o fagbo
Tim ba ti sope mi o le jo
Tim ba so pe mi o kin mu ti
Ee no believe pe Omo Eko ni mi
Still got steez. Mafo
And my trustees. My bros
Snap a pic. Haircut
Adjusting my pose

Ey
I just put in notice for my day job
Tell 'em I don't wanna take their paper again
I just got a check for my songs
My favorite fucking feeling
What a day

Eh. Me and my friends are Heros
Planning on stacking up zeros
Planning and snacking on Cheetos
So where the funds?
What the fuck, where's the kudi and the chili
Where's The chicken fettuccine
So I can put it into billings
Work on my singing. Work on myself
I got my imprint under my belt
O kan man bi mi nu. O kan man be
You cannot be me. How you can't tell?

I cannot do this by myself
All my people by my left
And they got me like a shelf
Cause my bookings off the shelf

Ey
I just put in notice for my day job
Tell 'em I don't wanna take their paper again
I just got a check for my songs
My favorite fucking feeling
What a day



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Writer(s): Damilola Salaudeen
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