About It

Yayy mmmh

Do something about it

I don't care what you say
I got a lotta things on my plate
See every other morning I wake and pray
Oh lord i just wanna be out of this space
And I'll be 20 in three days
It's fucking with my head I don't think I'm ready
Because a lot comes with this age
And these Days nobody wan hear your case

So I fight my battles, on my own
On my hustle all night long
No one's coming for your burden
Just keep going on and on
And if all don settle oh my God
We go buy them bottles girls and more
Too much happiness for my soul
Cos man don tire all life long

And I'm not talking about it
I'm trynna do something about it
I'm done talking about it

And see my brain sharp my arm strong na full don
Can you please keep the mic on
Gotta lotta things to say 'bout my life
And I cannot even lie
Grab a tissue you might wanna cry for me
But don't you worry 'bout me
Everyday na different story
That's on me
Nobody dey for me
See my girl calling school stressing (pressure)
Family dey need me got no leisure
If you fit to help please call my number
Just give me the money I go call you master
Girl calling school stressing (pressure)
Family dey need me got no leisure
If you fit to help please call my number
Aaah aah aaaah

So I fight my battles on my own
On my daily hustle all night long
No one's coming for my burden
Going on and on
And if all don settle all my God
We go buy them bottles on and on
On and on we say on and on o on
On and on o on

So I fight my battles, on my own
On my hustle all night long
No one's coming for your burden
Just keep going on and on
And if all don settle oh my God
We go buy them bottles girls and more
Too much happiness for my soul
Cos man don tire all life long



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Olubodun, Yaw Adjei Frimpong
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