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