Everyone Gets to Die Lyrics By Brymo
This is my world
I welcome you all
Relax and take a seat
And cold kunnu dey for freezer
Tik and tok
And time is going nowhere
The poor man wants his space
The rich man wants the place
But how many people?
How many sickles?
Over again and over again
Everyone gets to die
This is my world
I’m flying solo
This experience is live
Only you can make you feel alive
Flip and flop
Can’t seem to make up my mind
There’s heaven and there’s hell
It’s hard to really tell
But how many people?
How many sickles?
Over again and over again
Everyone gets to die
People no get money for drugs
And the pikin dem never chop
You self, you know the score
And everyday we beg for more
How many people?
How many sickles?
The rich dey greedy
The poor stay needy
Hey, hey, hey
But everyone gets to die
