Lyrics: Ntema Richie Mansende
Music: Ntema Richie Mansende
See I try not get angry because I’m scared of myself
And if I think a niggas bitch, ima tell him myself
In the the trap taking risks I’m trying to better myself
I think I smoke too much weed I need to better my health
I nearly died from a stroke from all the pain that I’ve felt
And When they ask where I’m coming from from hell
And when she asks where I’m going I say I’m lickin a sale
Because I’ve got to get this money if I want to prevail
Lately I’ve been stressed out
Feds got me stressed out
Thinking what’s next now, need to find a next route
Tired of living excile
Need to roll a meds now
Because I can feel my heart just pumping through my chest
Let me take a seat because a nigga needs a rest
Ain’t been counting blessings I ain’t really feeling blessed
And all I’m ever hearing is that life is just a test
Then someone pass the answers I ain’t tryna fail a test
I feel my heart racing, heart racing
All this pain man I can’t fake it fake it
And I be feeling like I can’t make it can’t make it
But I’ve got one life I can’t waste it can’t waste it
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I feel my heart racing, heart racing
All this pain man I can’t fake it fake it
And I be feeling like I can’t make it can’t make it
But I’ve got one life I can’t waste it can’t waste it
Have you ever had an evening full of back to back brazaps
I had to keep telling myself that I ain’t tapped
A new life is what i need i need it asap
I’m tryna find it its like a needle in a haystack
Feeling like my heart is getting slow cooked
Feeling like the captain of the sinking titanic and I'm so shook
Remember when you left me hanging like a coat hook
Now its straight pain there ain’t no love up in my notebook
Now its me against the world I'm de-sensitised
Time to take the city back and de-gentrify
How the got the cheek to ask if my life aint legal
Why aint these houses affordable for my people
I've been scared of snakes since i saw a cobra
And i don't mind being alone
Because I was born a loner
I had to self isolate way before corona
My heart in a ice box like an organ donor
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I feel my heart racing, heart racing
All this pain man I can’t fake it fake it
And I be feeling like I can’t make it can’t make it
But I’ve got one life I can’t waste it can’t waste it