It's the end of the week yea
N I got problems, I got promises, n people on the Payroll I still haven't paid off
Outside lets go
We can't waste it no more
Outside lets go
We can't waste it no more
Youth full of fire with nowhere to go
The truth we're denied, and the price of our souls
The truth were deprived, our fight ain't yours
The views we desire, and the sight for sore eyes
But if u scared of outside
How other way we finna get us rich?
You realize that this life goes by a system
Moneys the center of it all who tf we kidding
N I'am
Tryna make me a million of motherf*ckin rap tune
I try to keeps it cordial even when life is a biatch Cause I know my time is coming soon
You feel me
It's the end of the week yea
N I got problems, I got promises n people on the Payroll I still haven't paid off
Trevour Amunga - My Cousin Housee Lyrics
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It's the end of the week yea
N I got problems, I got promises, n people on the Payroll I still haven't paid off
Outside lets go
We can't waste it no more
Outside lets go
We can't waste it no more
Youth full of fire with nowhere to go
The truth we're denied, and the price of our souls
The truth were deprived, our fight ain't yours
The views we desire, and the sight for sore eyes
But if u scared of outside
How other way we finna get us rich?
You realize that this life goes by a system
Moneys the center of it all who tf we kidding
N I'am
Tryna make me a million of motherf*ckin rap tune
I try to keeps it cordial even when life is a biatch Cause I know my time is coming soon
You feel me
It's the end of the week yea
N I got problems, I got promises n people on the Payroll I still haven't paid off
N I got problems, I got promises, n people on the Payroll I still haven't paid off
Outside lets go
We can't waste it no more
Outside lets go
We can't waste it no more
Youth full of fire with nowhere to go
The truth we're denied, and the price of our souls
The truth were deprived, our fight ain't yours
The views we desire, and the sight for sore eyes
But if u scared of outside
How other way we finna get us rich?
You realize that this life goes by a system
Moneys the center of it all who tf we kidding
N I'am
Tryna make me a million of motherf*ckin rap tune
I try to keeps it cordial even when life is a biatch Cause I know my time is coming soon
You feel me
It's the end of the week yea
N I got problems, I got promises n people on the Payroll I still haven't paid off
Writer: Trevour Amunga
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