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letra de frommetoyou - dimèji

[verse 1]
yo, it’s been a couple lyrics since done i gave y’all the real
so i’m taking a few minutes and i’ma tell you how i feel
i’m tired of chasing wealth, yeah i’m tired of chasing cheddar
but without cheese even your wife would never get wetter
cause what’s success? it’s sucks without the s-x
still don’t wanna die young like some bees from just having raw s-x
don’t wanna end up a disappointment
so my mum ain’t gotta rub my face with anointing oil or the ointment
gotta choose between enjoyment, love and unemployment
but if money can’t give me happiness what’s the point mehn
yesterday we lost a sister on the streets due to health care
and all the law makers is acting who the h-ll cares
it’s h-ll here, why citizens ready to flee the scene
3 months back my homie called, said he needed some rims
unemployed graduate, plans to raise means for taxify
to build from ground up, hoping one day he touch the sky

[chorus + refrain]
from me to you, to you, to me
h-llo guy, how far now? wetin dey sup? how your side?
from me to you

[verse 3]
so i called him last week like yo, yo what’s happening?
he told me ‘bout his day to day, how customers harassing him and everybody’s hollaring
like these buhari times you know how many people be suffering?
like n-ggas wanna m-st-rbate for dopamine, but even p-rn sites be buffering
he told me about his late night rides
and how some chicks that he just picks offer s-x for rides
told me about seeing the prostitution, and how the profession will be illegal
but they table needs food and generator needs diesel
so the policemen rape, gotta pay s-x for bails
even after rape, you talk sh-t, you surely end in jail
i’m like man wetin dey happen?
he’s like listen, i ain’t capping
this the type of realism you should be spitting when you’ rapping
i said i need to make some money, he’s like still make it happen
so i gotta represent like i’m running for president
in this corrupt system, trying to be pure and heaven sent

[chorus]
from me to you, to you, to me
from me to you, to me

[verse 3]
lord forgive me i’m sinner filled with misdemeanour
used to be a g*nius till i started thinking with my p-n-s
i never smoked weed and barely sipped any guinness
till failures and inhibitions led me to my inner demons
my addictions to all the things i never should be
redemption from l-st and drugs, yeah my life should be a movie
and duly you know i’ll be straight, ever ready to make more stash
till my legacy h. macaulay with the moustache

- dimeji

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