I Dey Dee ft. Vasatyle & Ob Tank Lyrics
- Genre:Afropop
- Year of Release:2017
Lyrics
Ahnnn
Its another one
Aniacan and vasatyle
It’s a newest production
Oh mr jay
Get hands on this beat
Right now
Yea oh yea
Some never have the money
Some never have the house
Some never have the many
People leave in penury
So my brother
My sister
Can’t you see that
The poor can’t feed
We going just round and round
My peeps are living in frowns
Ye a yea
Many have the dreams
But still cannot achieve it
Cannot achieve it
We just have to pray
For the storm to be over
Over
I dey see the things
Wey dey make my people cry
Ohhhh I dey see
I dey see
I dey see
I dey see
I dey see
I dey see the things
Wey dey make people cry
I dey see the things
Wey dey make people cry
I dey see the things
Wey dey make people cry
I dey see the things
Every time I take a walk
In my hood
I see my people crying
For someone just to show
We need love
Oh no
Where is the love going
I don’t really know
But all I see is the pain
In the eyes of the little children
That I see
Am sure the children
Wanna live a good life
We gat big dreams too
But we just have to fight
For all our dreams
To come through
Teenage mothers
Everywhere now
Where now
Trying hard to feed
The children
Children
Gat the queen she’s so flat
So flat
She gat to make s decision
But these are just the reality
In my hood
We wanna go to good schools
So we can have good jobs too
Am thinking about you go
I dey see the things
So dey don’t have to bull at us
So get this things now
I dey see the things
Cos is just one way for you
Cos I dey feel your pain
I dey see the things
And I dey see it
I dey see
I dey see the things
We live and we strive
We pray to live a good life
Water running down me eyes
The wicked dey rise
Many killing for love
Killing for fame
Trying to pave a way
We are dying to fame
Believing everything is
Gonna be alright
Ii just wanna tell you
Help is on the way
So my brother
My sister
Just wipe your eyes
Is gonna be alright
Is gonna be alright
Is gonna be alright
Oh yea
O yea yea yea
I dey see the thing
I dey see
I dey see
I dey see the things
All the pains that they
Go through
Yes I dey see
I dey see the things
Some are living with no judge
With no roof over there head
I dey see the things
All the ghetto children
I dey see the things
I dey feel your pain
Feel your pain
I dey see the things
Some with no judge
Some with no mummy
I dey see the things
I dey feel your
I dey feel your pains
I dey see the things
All the things
Wey dey make you cry
That’s what it is
That’s how we do it
Dyno recor production chiszo
That’s how we roll
Another beat for your soul
Oh yea