Cry Lyrics

Uwoor woor

Yea, mmmm

Oh no no no, no yea

Vaga, shebinefamga?

Yung Bwoih on this one now (mmm ye)

I'm using this time to cry out ajeh

Cause something is eating me up, hitting hard ajeh

But I'm not gonna talk about this thing again oo

Oh no, again oo, pray for me

Some days I smile, some days I cry

I just wanna let you know I'm going through a lot too

But I'm not a storyteller, minding no evil fella

Hustle and pray for money and long life like methuselah

Oh no no, oh no, who said so

I wan know

Say money no the buy happiness

I wan know now

Oh no no, oh no

It's better I cry in a private jet

Than to dey the smile in the trenches

Better I cry in a private jet

Than to dey here the smile in the trenches

The girl wey you love she go the play on you

People wey you care for go betray you

So it's better I cry in a private jet

Than to dey here the smile in the trenches

When the money no dey they go motivate you say

Money is the root of all evil

But me I want the root of all evil

That's why I they hustle, the struggle, the tumble, stay humble all day

I don't wanna bother you with stories

But all I know say nobody is holy

Go hard or go home, but go hard is hard

And I for like to go home, but my house is far

This is a constant fight against Sapa

Help me Lord

Wetin Sapa make me discover

Na something wey fit make one life shorter

That's why I the hustle for the rabba

All day I hustle for the paper

It's better I cry in a private jet

Than to dey the smile in the trenches

Better I cry in a private jet

Than to dey here the smile in the trenches

The girl wey you love she go the play on you

People where you care for go betray you

So it's better I cry in a private jet

Than to dey here the smile in the trenches

Master Franzy on the mix