tije Ahmad

pandemic Year

tije Ahmad
pandemic Year

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20 Oct 2020

Chorus: It's a broke day but everything is ok (It's ok) I am up all night, but everything is alright (It's alright) It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep) It's a long year pretending I belong here It's a broke day but everything is ok (It's ok) Pandemic Year Hahaha Yes Pandemic Year People are Locked in the House ,with no food, money Thats nAija for you I keep wondering what kinda leaders we have but hope is not lost We still expect from you I love my country , My father's land ma nation... One day I plan to be a family man happily married I wanna grow to be so old that I have to be carried Till I'm glad to be buried And leave this crazy world And have at least a half a million for my baby girl It may be early to be planning this stuff Cause I'm still struggling hard to be the man, and it's tough Cause man it's been rough, but still I manage enough I've been taken advantage of, damaged and scuffed My hands have been cuffed But I don't panic and huff, frantic and puff Or plan to give up, the minute shit hits the fan it erupts I'm anteing up double or nothing, I've been trouble enough And I'm sick of struggling and suffering, see My destiny's to rest at ease, till I'm impressed and pleased With my progress, I won't settle for less than cheese I'm on a quest to seize all, my own label to call Way before my baby is able to crawl I'm too stable to fall, the pressure motivates To know I hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades I seen the golden gates to heaven on Earth Where they don't pull a weapon on you when you stepping on turf, Q

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4 years ago

Chorus: It's a broke day but everything is ok (It's ok) I am up all night, but everything is alright (It's alright) It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep) It's a long year pretending I belong here It's a broke day but everything is ok (It's ok) Pandemic Year Hahaha Yes Pandemic Year People are Locked in the House ,with no food, money Thats nAija for you I keep wondering what kinda leaders we have but hope is not lost We still expect from you I love my country , My father's land ma nation... One day I plan to be a family man happily married I wanna grow to be so old that I have to be carried Till I'm glad to be buried And leave this crazy world And have at least a half a million for my baby girl It may be early to be planning this stuff Cause I'm still struggling hard to be the man, and it's tough Cause man it's been rough, but still I manage enough I've been taken advantage of, damaged and scuffed My hands have been cuffed But I don't panic and huff, frantic and puff Or plan to give up, the minute shit hits the fan it erupts I'm anteing up double or nothing, I've been trouble enough And I'm sick of struggling and suffering, see My destiny's to rest at ease, till I'm impressed and pleased With my progress, I won't settle for less than cheese I'm on a quest to seize all, my own label to call Way before my baby is able to crawl I'm too stable to fall, the pressure motivates To know I hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades I seen the golden gates to heaven on Earth Where they don't pull a weapon on you when you stepping on turf, Q

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