LOSSES Lyrics

Lucid dreams where the monsters are winning

Amor dinero when I'm in my feelings

Know your place and I bet you I mean it

From the gutters nawika mjini

Boy wa Macha kijana kamili

Hey yo madam inakua vipi

Throw it back like we bumping Fadhili

Twende down town sisi tu wawili

Took some L's now we winning no Losses

Was so broke now we pimping we bosses

Me and my G's we was plugging in college

I was 16 when I lost my friend Moses

I was 17 when they put me in the process

I was 18 when I had my heart broken

Usual routine when we pull up we popping

Won't say much coz the money be talking

Crawling to walking, running to soaring

I barely do worry I'm blessed and balling

Uh uh

Up in the morning yawning and rolling

Keep me a stick coz a bunch of them corny

Uh uh

I've got battle scars and they healing up slowly

A Lot from the past been creeping up on me

Uh uh

Find me on my own coz I barely trust much

Life is such a bixch and she always want fuc

You hating on me coz I got my gwap up

Your jewelry so fake ulishika Accra

K from The M I'm reppn Macha

Bless me and mines when I talk to Allah

It's all about bread and a bit of butter

Paper and pen and a spliff of ganja

Blowing my phone I wonder whose calling

Baby I'm a rock star always been rocking

Busted by the Po somebody's been talking

Lawyers had me out there by the morning

To all those I hurt I'm saying I'm sorry

I write this song to tell you a story

Ever been hurt, broke, hopeless and lonely

Stabbed in the back and told you'll be nothing

They say get a job like your dreams mean nothing

Depressed for a while you haven't been happy

Missing that loving, kissing and hugging

Tryna change your ways but you always out thugging

Sticking to my lane all good no traffic

Cooking up a wave like my hobby be surfing

Tryna fall in love but it seems to never happen

Calling up the gwap I can't walk without a gadget

Took some L's now we winning no Losses

Was so broke now we pimping we bosses

Me and my G's we was plugging in college

I was 16 when I lost my friend Moses

I was 17 when they put me in the process

I was 18 when I had my heart broken

Usual routine when we pull up we popping

Won't say much coz the money be talking

Crawling to walking, running to soaring

I barely do worry I'm blessed and balling

Uh uh

Up in the morning yawning and rolling

Keep me a stick coz a bunch of them corny

Uh uh

I've got battle scars and they healing up slowly

A Lot from the past been creeping up on me

Uh uh