A Jay - Pain N Trauma lyrics

Its ur boy A.Jay Its a friday, can't sleep its dawn So much on the mind, fins gone all wrong Late on the rent, and the bills involved Bill collector keep banging the door Job pays bad, so the chick be gone Too much debt, who go pay the Capon? You so messed up, i know this bruv Cos 10 p.m, u gon be in the club He bout to jam all night With a couple of chicks, and the drinks, alright On the dance floor, kicking like he jean claude Purple drank, how we do it on a daily, can't stop And this is Africa, where money dont come on a regular But, the music sweet; angelical Politicians got our backs, ironical Great minds, but got no capital So hardwork put me on the freaking pedestal Now im finna hit it like a lottery Diamond in the gallery Haters finna go down low like a battery So i dont wannbe, what they told me not to be Living like a prodigy, think about the needy Life so hard, getting stressed erryday So Jack Daniel put the problem away Hook Put the problem away Jack daniel put the problem away If he ain't finna put the problem away Im calling Mary Jane and i know, that she gon pick up If she dont pick up im getting more liquor Call em bad figaz, tell em Jay gotta turn up I ain't working, tell em hating a** figgaz all shut up Bref Verse 2 Oh yeah we back again 4 am on a saturday But Jack D cudnt even put the beef away Mother getting sick on a day to day And everyday, u pray and say Jah, Please take me out these Rainy days But he stays back home All alone Is that how u really wanna cop that dough Is that how u gonna pay back the loan And when it gets dark, u back to the club To the house, and its dawn and it all comes back Oooh bruva u trippin Turn the sound up high, and listen Only hardworks gonna get u to the top Start from a level, work to the top But i started from the top and im still going up Put jay on any beat and i ain't gon flop Work overtime, so the money Extra Show me who the king, yeah im bout to murder Got High Grades, im bout the upper Dieu pour nous , que sera , sera So da rest dont matter lyk et cetera Jamais perdu comme Mayweather I should stay hot like may weather We dont fink about the weather Cos rain or shine, we out for chedda (and thunder) True story Ain't co*ky Im just lowkey Got a couple of figaz That would k** for a real Gee I ain't finking bout last week Dont mind if you hate Got my eyes on the trophy Chorus I could tell the kinda fins you go through boy Its ok Its fine to cry, but you should put in all you got girl To elevate Tryna drink and smoke your problems away, but it ain't going nowhere No way Tryna dance your pain and trauma away but its gonna be OK Yeah