Fridge Lyrics

Everyday

Praying to the Lord

Through the stress

And arguing at home

No money from the show

Fridge empty

One call away

From doing road

Shoulders hurt

From carrying this load

I swear

Ima make it

With my bros

Getting money

from these shows

Fridge plenty

Then call for the tour

And hit the road

Been through it

Don't know who to trust

So much hate

They don't deserve my love

Get signs and wonders

From above

Telling me

That very soon

I'll buss

Depression creeping on me

Like a creep

Man I swear

This life ain't

For the weak

Mm

No money all

Throughout this week

Might call my darg

Who's doing deep

But everyday

Praying to the Lord

Contemplating which way

I should go

Coz no money from the show

Fridge empty

One call away

From doing road

Shoulders hurt

From carrying this load

I swear

Ima make it

With my bros

Getting money

from these shows

Fridge plenty

Then call for the tour

And hit the road

Patience wearing thin

There's no time

Passion got me staying

On my grind

Music stop me from

Losing my mind

Don't worry mama

I'll be fine

Don't worry mama

I'll be fine

This the road I chose

There's no rewind

But with every choice

There comes a price

I guess I'm doing this

For life

So everyday

Praying to the Lord

Through the stress

And arguing at home

No money from the show

Fridge empty

One call away

From doing road

Shoulders hurt

From carrying this load

I swear

Ima make it

With my bros

Getting money

From these shows

Fridge plenty

Then call for the tour

And hit the road