Gotta own up to your decision
And FollyBoi
Wavy-head Brotha, dark-skinned, 5'9" on the scene
Another boy from Da Island, just tryna chase his dream
I always thought it was football, but didn't make the team
Accumulated $30,000 and got that degree (Plan B)
From the jump, knew cubical life, wasn't for me
And once more, I'm worth way more, than your lil' salary
Lowkey the system set up to keep you broke
When you fresh out they try play you fo' hoe (Play you fo hoe)
Gotta go; Bills still gotta be paid
That bad credit game, not tryna play (They do you greasy)
Double up, part-time, 60+ hours a week
At least I was allow to be unique (Now how that sound)
Work like a dog, basically minimum wage
Or be stripped down confided, inside a cage
Frustration, slowly converge into rage
Take a deep breath, "Someone burn me some sage!"
Past latchin' on, in the worst way possible
Over thinkin' became my greatest obstacle
Let some things slide, I can never allow again
Got so bad I started question myself, family, and friends
Mental vigilantly, kamikaze at worst
Need the stress to disburse
Doctor Strange, before he was toast
Hard to accept, not, what we want it to be
There's better days, you just gotta see
Hey hey, thoughts go away
I'm tryna have a better day
Joy came so you can not stay
Mama told me that I'll be great
Get up out yo head
That shit not gone get you fed
People think you a zombie
Walkin' round here lookin' half dead
Picking at scabs that done healed
Come on you already bled
Okay enough of that
Time to get back to the bread
When my dough get low I get Toby (Ghost)
Sometimes I wonder if you even really know me
Communication really can solve it all
I been in the game, Just tryna ball
Shout out Pop, know I always can call
When I get on he gone see it all
(We gone see it all)
Determination to the infinite
She thought she stop me
Boy she gone be sour
They'll keep steppin' long as you're the allower
The petty ways people abuse they power
All and all I would have lived it again
Growth... You gotta learn from it
Hey hey, thoughts go away
I'm tryna have a better day
Joy came so you cannot stay
Mama told me that I'll be great
Every now again, gotta remind myself
You've been It! Ask for help
Check up on your mental
Bless me, I bless you
When I sneeze
Bless you, bless me
That's me, what I do
FollyBoi - Life Lyrics
FollyBoi - Life Lyrics
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Gotta own up to your decision
And FollyBoi
Wavy-head Brotha, dark-skinned, 5'9" on the scene
Another boy from Da Island, just tryna chase his dream
I always thought it was football, but didn't make the team
Accumulated $30,000 and got that degree (Plan B)
From the jump, knew cubical life, wasn't for me
And once more, I'm worth way more, than your lil' salary
Lowkey the system set up to keep you broke
When you fresh out they try play you fo' hoe (Play you fo hoe)
Gotta go; Bills still gotta be paid
That bad credit game, not tryna play (They do you greasy)
Double up, part-time, 60+ hours a week
At least I was allow to be unique (Now how that sound)
Work like a dog, basically minimum wage
Or be stripped down confided, inside a cage
Frustration, slowly converge into rage
Take a deep breath, "Someone burn me some sage!"
Past latchin' on, in the worst way possible
Over thinkin' became my greatest obstacle
Let some things slide, I can never allow again
Got so bad I started question myself, family, and friends
Mental vigilantly, kamikaze at worst
Need the stress to disburse
Doctor Strange, before he was toast
Hard to accept, not, what we want it to be
There's better days, you just gotta see
Hey hey, thoughts go away
I'm tryna have a better day
Joy came so you can not stay
Mama told me that I'll be great
Get up out yo head
That shit not gone get you fed
People think you a zombie
Walkin' round here lookin' half dead
Picking at scabs that done healed
Come on you already bled
Okay enough of that
Time to get back to the bread
When my dough get low I get Toby (Ghost)
Sometimes I wonder if you even really know me
Communication really can solve it all
I been in the game, Just tryna ball
Shout out Pop, know I always can call
When I get on he gone see it all
(We gone see it all)
Determination to the infinite
She thought she stop me
Boy she gone be sour
They'll keep steppin' long as you're the allower
The petty ways people abuse they power
All and all I would have lived it again
Growth... You gotta learn from it
Hey hey, thoughts go away
I'm tryna have a better day
Joy came so you cannot stay
Mama told me that I'll be great
Every now again, gotta remind myself
You've been It! Ask for help
Check up on your mental
Bless me, I bless you
When I sneeze
Bless you, bless me
That's me, what I do
And FollyBoi
Wavy-head Brotha, dark-skinned, 5'9" on the scene
Another boy from Da Island, just tryna chase his dream
I always thought it was football, but didn't make the team
Accumulated $30,000 and got that degree (Plan B)
From the jump, knew cubical life, wasn't for me
And once more, I'm worth way more, than your lil' salary
Lowkey the system set up to keep you broke
When you fresh out they try play you fo' hoe (Play you fo hoe)
Gotta go; Bills still gotta be paid
That bad credit game, not tryna play (They do you greasy)
Double up, part-time, 60+ hours a week
At least I was allow to be unique (Now how that sound)
Work like a dog, basically minimum wage
Or be stripped down confided, inside a cage
Frustration, slowly converge into rage
Take a deep breath, "Someone burn me some sage!"
Past latchin' on, in the worst way possible
Over thinkin' became my greatest obstacle
Let some things slide, I can never allow again
Got so bad I started question myself, family, and friends
Mental vigilantly, kamikaze at worst
Need the stress to disburse
Doctor Strange, before he was toast
Hard to accept, not, what we want it to be
There's better days, you just gotta see
Hey hey, thoughts go away
I'm tryna have a better day
Joy came so you can not stay
Mama told me that I'll be great
Get up out yo head
That shit not gone get you fed
People think you a zombie
Walkin' round here lookin' half dead
Picking at scabs that done healed
Come on you already bled
Okay enough of that
Time to get back to the bread
When my dough get low I get Toby (Ghost)
Sometimes I wonder if you even really know me
Communication really can solve it all
I been in the game, Just tryna ball
Shout out Pop, know I always can call
When I get on he gone see it all
(We gone see it all)
Determination to the infinite
She thought she stop me
Boy she gone be sour
They'll keep steppin' long as you're the allower
The petty ways people abuse they power
All and all I would have lived it again
Growth... You gotta learn from it
Hey hey, thoughts go away
I'm tryna have a better day
Joy came so you cannot stay
Mama told me that I'll be great
Every now again, gotta remind myself
You've been It! Ask for help
Check up on your mental
Bless me, I bless you
When I sneeze
Bless you, bless me
That's me, what I do
Writer: DeEndre Jefferson-Fields
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid