Trying Make Me a Mill - Banco Bizmol

Well I woke up this mornin', pulled myself out of bed I wish that I could sleep the day away Just a day like any other, same old thing over and over I'm overworked and underpaid And it's killin' me Hey Not even breakin' even, work my fingers to the bone Barely gettin' by, keeps gettin' harder I'm slavin' on the grindstone and I get no breaks at all Tryin' to keep my head above the water Can't make ends meet, can't even save a dime Feels like I spend my life workin' overtime Tryin' to make a livin', gotta pay the rent Just tryin' to make a livin', wonder where my money went? Never seem to get ahead, it's getting' easier to see Just tryin' to make a livin' and it's killin' me, yea Times are gettin' tough seems I never make enough Doing what I can to stay alive And I'd like to take a day off but I can't afford a layoff I gotta keep this damn job to survive Hey, can't make ends meet I can't even save a dime Feels like I spend my life workin' overtime Tryin' to make a livin', gotta pay the rent Just tryin' to make a livin', wonder where my money went Never seem to get ahead, it's getting' easier to see Just tryin' to make a livin' and it's killin' me, yea Killin' me, well yea Ooh hoo yea yea Tryin' to make a livin', gotta pay the rent Just tryin' to make a livin', wonder where my money went Never seem to get ahead, it's gettin' easier to see Just tryin' to make a livin' Tryin' to make a livin' Tryin' to make a livin' and it's killin' me, yea Killin' me

Fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (niggas ain't fuckin') Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, you niggas ain't fuckin' with me (whoa-whoa) Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Drop (yeah) Flew her out on the first flight Got that pussy the first night Niggas say, "It's war, then it's on sight", gang, gang (brrt) Walk in this bitch with all this ice I could've came through in a 'Rari, but hit the hood on my dirt bike, yeah (man) Countin' these bands up, been fuckin' my hands up (fuck it up) I was in Paris, I pay for the drill, hit your man's up (brrt) Big Glock. 40 on the hipline, hold my pants up (hold it up) She was confused, like, "How you the G.O.A.T. in a Lambo truck? " (she like, "What?") Fuckin' this tall bitch from the back, say, "Stand up" (woo) Then put your motherfuckin' face down, ass up Nigga been rich too long for makin' these songs, my nigga, it's past luck Fuckin' this bitch too long, she offered a threesome and I just passed up She wanna go in the 'Rari (too small) I wanna rip in the Wraith (let's go) I wanna look at the stars (stars), like I was hittin' in space (yeah) Nigga, how you get back home? (How he get back?) Take a look at his case (check him out) Said her period's on (what happened?) I put it on her face Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, you niggas ain't fuckin' with me (yeah, yeah, Harlem) Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Meek Mill, what up?) 20 bad bitches goin' up with the gang, they fuckin' for free (ooh-ooh) You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin' to me (yeah) Got a boss bitch, Dominican Slim with the buns, cinnamon Friend got the cake like Entenmann's East coast bitch in Timberlands (yeah) Dip with the set like Killa Cam Hop on a jet and we get a tan Like Mortal Kombat when she throw it back Her friends like, "Finish him" (right) Run up, gon' flex, huh It look like I'm lootin' in my closet, with the baguettes, huh I just hit Will up with a deposit (yeah), fill up my neck, huh Lookin' like light bugs sittin' on my collar (right) We been stressed, huh, pull up with a mink, look like I am Chewbacca Blocka-blocka, turned to shottas if them coppers try to pop us (Ferg) Then go sit at John and Vinny's, have some pasta with some mobsters (yeah) Swervin' through Philly, I'm hangin' with Billies and nobody really can stop us (woo) BIA, BIA, we throw dollars, got your BIA pussy poppin' like BIA, BIA, why you actin' like a hoe? Like a hoe BIA, BIA, why you actin' like a hoe? Like a hoe BIA, BIA, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough BIA, BIA, get yo' eyes up off my dough, off my dough (that's right) Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (niggas ain't fuckin') Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, niggas ain't fuckin' with me (they can't touch us) 20 bad bitches goin' up with the gang, they fuckin' for free (fuckin' for free) You call her phone, I call her phone, she comin' to me BIA, BIA Fuckin' this bad bitch from the projects, her name Tia Head was good, the best on earth like Russ and BIA Nigga asked me did I see her, but I ain't seen her But I did, 'cause she was tucked in the fahina Spanish bitches goin' up like La Marina She a hot girl and I'm hot too, jalapeño We sell work, and she wan' work 'cause she a pinger We gon' serve that lil' bitch (gang)

In the morning when I rise Jesus be my eyes Before the day rushes in With You is where I begin As You sing over me with Your love I will sing praise for all You have done Fill my heart as I hunger for You Flood my mind with Your wisdom, Your mercy, Your truth Father, make me a river Come living water Flow through me You are the One that I thirst for So, come living water Flow through me Guide every step I take Lord, let me not wander away Father, fill every word I speak With the same grace that You've given me Touch the world with my hands, they are Yours Let my love show the lost that You are the Lord Father, make me a river Come living water Flow through me You are the One that I thirst for So, come living water Flow through me Make me a river Make me a river Let the river flow Let the river flow Father, make me a river Come living water Flow through me, yeah You are the One that I thirst for So, come living water Flow through me Let the river flow (Father, make me a river) Let the river flow (living water, flow through me) Let the river flow (Father, make me a river) Let the river flow (living water, flow through me) Father, make me a river Come living water Flow through me

You said I know I get it all, yeah, I bet I don't believe ya Alright, yeah, okay now In your mind, you think you can handle it all I wanna see ya Alright, yeah, okay now Set up your target Blame every mistake you made on the luck of a losing Still bruised from every fight you're choosing Pick a side, pick up a gun and shoot it Yeah Make me a believer Yeah Make me a believer In your mind you must be the bossman Don't you feel like a cheater? Alright, yeah, okay Whatever man, big checks, got gloves you caught that sunset Oh, what a leisure Alright, yeah, okay now Rented Lamborghini for that Hollywood livin' Another night on a thousand count linen Wouldn't drop a dollar to save your mama But, fuck em' all long as the team is winning Yeah Make me a believer Yeah Make me a believer Low down, no good I'm just a white trash, no good But your the deceiver Alright, yeah, okay now Bad boys tattooed, whiskey drink all day Drug use, I'm a receiver Damn right, yeah, okay now At the club with the promiscuous women Cigarette smoke and cocaine sellin' I'm may be the child of a man in prison But at least I ain't no goddamn gimmick Reasons of rock and roll music and why I preach against it I believe with all of my heart that it is A contributing factor to our juvenile delinquecy of today Of the evil, the feeling that you feel when you sing it Yeah Make me a believer Yeah Make me a believer Yeah Make me a believer Yeah Make me a believer Yeah Make me a believer Yeah Make me a believer