I'm just trying to clear the bill
Want to sort the money myself
Run it from the phone asap
Girlie keep calling my cell
Pacing up and down through the building
Network trash as hell
Accidentally hurt myself
I done went and cut myself
Girlie keep calling my cell
Girlie keep calling my cell
Girlie keep calling my cell
Girlie keep calling my cell
Girlie keep calling my cell
Girlie keep calling my cell
Girlie keep calling my cell
Calling my cell
Me I just realised that
Most the selections I make are not my choice
For example, the white man gave us independence
They just went and made us toys
Which means that they deceived us
Into collectively thinking that we have a voice
Meanwhile he keeps tugging and pulling
And puppeteering strings from the great abroad
And the president he call the youth thugs
When they agreed to make us drug lords
How the hell I'm supposed to make my funds
When we working round the tick and the tock of the clock
When I asked for a raise they said what
We don't make enough money round here
See you lot have to persevere
That's the problem with this generation dear
In my days you had to show that you care
In my days you had to show you're a slave
Can't get no raise till you give your life
Your sweat, your blood, and then you fade
And you wonder why there's still no change
And you wonder why we raised in a cage
Conditioned to show animalistic tendencies
From the cradle all straight to the grave
I'm just trying to clear the bill
Want to sort the money myself
Run it from the phone asap
Girlie keep calling my cell
Pacing up and down through the building
Network trash as hell
Accidentally hurt myself
I done went and cut myself
Girlie keep calling my cell
Girlie keep calling my cell
Girlie keep calling my cell
Girlie keep calling my cell
Girlie keep calling my cell
Girlie keep calling my cell
Girlie keep calling my cell
Calling my cell
Yo, see pain is not the enemy
It is suffering that is scaring me
And I'm stuttering when I pray these days
That's a slippery state
They tell me stay solid in the faith
I just want to liquidate
I just want to stash money
Cash money, fast money
That might not last money
None of that working class money
That's not money
Hmm, that's what we say
Mama told me don't cut to the chase
Time is wave let it take you away
But surf
Don't drown in it
Clouds abound stand your ground in it
Life is a maze and I'm patient
Life is a maze and I'm grateful
For everything that I caught up to
Without chasing, I'm facing
Myself in a mirror
And I'm proud of me
The card that was dealt
Was hell for my health
So I felt I was held underground homie
Thank God I'm not
Thought I was stuck to a spot
Thank God I'm not
I'm just trying to clear the bill
Want to sort the money myself
Run it through the phone asap
Girlie keep calling my cell
Pacing up and down through the building
Network trash as hell
Accidentally hurt myself
I done went and cut myself
