Baker ya maker текст песни
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
Trying to make it in this world But this world ain't built for my kind Struggling the consequence When you try to be different I don′t wanna 9 to 5 I use my skills to pay my rent But sometimes it's too hard For a player so I shed a tear Sleepless nights Ain't eating right Wondering how to pay my bills My eyes carry bags and My shoulders hold the weight of stress Is life really one big test Or there something more to this Money doesn′t bring joy Drugs can′t hide how I feel Material can't fill the void In my chest is pain I feel Wanting to do right For my family but I still fail Never will regret my past But now my past is what brings me hell
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