Young Fathers - Deadline Lyrics
Waiting to be rich, rip it to piecesWhat do we sing now? Close to the deadlineNo one remembers, shoulder to shoulderWe are pretenders, making the headlinesSignal the weekend, waiting they like eh,No other reason, tangled and frozenNo turning back oooooh, get set and readyGreater dey numbers,The colour of money, trigger the lightningThe kids in the bedroom, waiting for harvestStrong as a cutlass, guilty of nothingBotched operation, witnessing somethingDon't you turn my home against me,Even if my house is emptyDon't you turn my home against me,Even if my house is emptyDon't you turn my home against me,Even if my house is emptyDon't you turn my home against me,Even if my house is empty