Young Fathers - Deadline lyrics

rate me

Waiting to be rich, rip it to pieces

What do we sing now? Close to the deadline

No one remembers, shoulder to shoulder

We are pretenders, making the headlines

Signal the weekend, waiting they like eh

No other reason, tangled and frozen

No turning back oooooh, get set and ready

Greater dey numbers

The colour of money, trigger the lightning

The kids in the bedroom, waiting for harvest

Strong as a cutlass, guilty of nothing

Botched operation, witnessing something

Don't you turn my home against me

Even if my house is empty

Don't you turn my home against me

Even if my house is empty

Don't you turn my home against me

Even if my house is empty

Don't you turn my home against me

Even if my house is empty