Photograph Lyrics

Am indoors no one to talk to

Just me and my blunt

Stick with this weed

Turn my padi For photograph

His my best friend so na only him I de talk to

Everyone I thought would stay have left Me

I don't hangout with anyone

Cause everybody dey vex me

I gat a lot of female friends

I don block 80 percent

I nor want anything wey go stress me

If the doggy nor go come with bj

Nor even bother to sex me

Am a sad type of person

Wetin fit make u smile

Na fit dey vex me

The conversation nor be about money

Bros then is boring

The last place you fit see me

Guy na for church

I believe in God

But not the servant

Members are suffering

Pastor dey drive porch

Na husband God call before?

But Pastor sit down wife dey lead church

Sad world

I hope God forgive us

Miles answer to the world

I look up in the sky

There God can you tell me end of my time

I just want know

Among my friends who love me for real

And who dey lie

Who hate me for real

But for my face dey fake the smile

Who plead me guilty

Without knowing the crime

Who dey pray make I die

So he go fuck my wife

Lord show me the end of my time

Like a photograph

I want know those wey dey busy for my birthday

But ready buy flight tickets for my death day

Those wey nor fit send me 2k

But my death day ready spray money like rain

Those wey I offend but forgive me

Those wey not get too much

But still dey give me

Cause we living in a sad world