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Bills have no emotions

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A young adult trying to navigate his life after acquiring his first degree slowly discovers life wasn’t as easy as it was promised during school days. He tries to find a balance but would he succeed??

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Bills have no emotions

I am a warrior left alone on this battleground of Sapa
My dreams have been fed upon by the bloody civilian of Surulere
This Suru would soon sue me cause Siri has got the soundtrack of unemployment record, a record of suicide, and frustration to sound on this CityFm cause I saw Fm (femo) last week he left his motherland to be tagged a murderer in the white land

Please explain to me how this salary is now slavery
How a graduate can’t be guaranteed a good job
How the degree is now a dead creed and I decree upon myself a CEO of a brand not seen not heard
Even with my education, I’m ignorant about money and its tricks
I chase after it, it runs
so I run like Usain Bolt, faster
I get caught up in the rat race, faster
I wait for 9 months to get paid, underpaid
I till the ground, this hustle go pay
Payday and bills won’t let the poor breath
Breath because body no be firewood
Breath because it’s just one lifeline I got
Breath because Mama and Papa are retired
So I can’t retire so I refire and enquire on things I need to require
Maybe I can find Aladdin and the magic lamp and make 3 wishes
Just to live love and laugh cause these bills have no emotions.

I'm calling my adulthood a scam as my childhood memories have been spammed
Uglier! the days get
Creepier! as I stay behind the bars of an office desk with my dreams on deck to meet deadlines
Scarier! as I force myself to wear that uncomfortable suit to suit the white-collar job
this rat race transforms me into a church rat
But I remember he will bless the works of my hands
I remember Nigeria made this labor market a battleground
So I have to remember to fight for my life or this life go taya me
and I pray to the lord to give me this day before a daily bread even comes
Cause sooner or later I will japa
Japa and shame motherhood
Get my hands dirty cause legal no dey pay
This street is easy with kudi
So I have to be fast, get love from the hood, chill with the big boy, do big things, settle big bill
Nod my head in affirmation when being called Egbon cause honestly
these bills have no Bills have no emotions

I am a warrior left alone on this battleground of Sapa
My dreams have been fed upon by the bloody civilian of Surulere
This Suru would soon sue me cause Siri has got the soundtrack of unemployment record, a record of suicide, and frustration to sound on this CityFm cause I saw Fm (femo) last week he left his motherland to be tagged a murderer in the white land

Please explain to me how this salary is now slavery
How a graduate can’t be guaranteed a good job
How the degree is now a dead creed and I decree upon myself a CEO of a brand not seen not heard
Even with my education, I’m ignorant about money and its tricks
I chase after it, it runs
so I run like Usain Bolt, faster
I get caught up in the rat race, faster
I wait for 9 months to get paid, underpaid
I till the ground, this hustle go pay
Payday and bills won’t let the poor breath
Breath because body no be firewood
Breath because it’s just one lifeline I got
Breath because Mama and Papa are retired
So I can’t retire so I refire and enquire on things I need to require
Maybe I can find Aladdin and the magic lamp and make 3 wishes
Just to live love and laugh cause these bills have no emotions.

I'm calling my adulthood a scam as my childhood memories have been spammed
Uglier! the days get
Creepier! as I stay behind the bars of an office desk with my dreams on deck to meet deadlines
Scarier! as I force myself to wear that uncomfortable suit to suit the white-collar job
this rat race transforms me into a church rat
But I remember he will bless the works of my hands
I remember Nigeria made this labor market a battleground
So I have to remember to fight for my life or this life go taya me
and I pray to the lord to give me this day before a daily bread even comes
Cause sooner or later I will japa
Japa and shame motherhood
Get my hands dirty cause legal no dey pay
This street is easy with kudi
So I have to be fast, get love from the hood, chill with the big boy, do big things, settle big bill
Nod my head in affirmation when being called Egbon cause honestly
these bills have no emotions!!








Bills have no emotions

I am a warrior left alone on this battleground of Sapa
My dreams have been fed upon by the bloody civilian of Surulere
This Suru would soon sue me cause Siri has got the soundtrack of unemployment record, a record of suicide, and frustration to sound on this CityFm cause I saw Fm (femo) last week he left his motherland to be tagged a murderer in the white land

Please explain to me how this salary is now slavery
How a graduate can’t be guaranteed a good job
How the degree is now a dead creed and I decree upon myself a CEO of a brand not seen not heard
Even with my education, I’m ignorant about money and its tricks
I chase after it, it runs
so I run like Usain Bolt, faster
I get caught up in the rat race, faster
I wait for 9 months to get paid, underpaid
I till the ground, this hustle go pay
Payday and bills won’t let the poor breath
Breath because body no be firewood
Breath because it’s just one lifeline I got
Breath because Mama and Papa are retired
So I can’t retire so I refire and enquire on things I need to require
Maybe I can find Aladdin and the magic lamp and make 3 wishes
Just to live love and laugh cause these bills have no emotions.

I'm calling my adulthood a scam as my childhood memories have been spammed
Uglier! the days get
Creepier! as I stay behind the bars of an office desk with my dreams on deck to meet deadlines
Scarier! as I force myself to wear that uncomfortable suit to suit the white-collar job
this rat race transforms me into a church rat
But I remember he will bless the works of my hands
I remember Nigeria made this labor market a battleground
So I have to remember to fight for my life or this life go taya me
and I pray to the lord to give me this day before a daily bread even comes
Cause sooner or later I will japa
Japa and shame motherhood
Get my hands dirty cause legal no dey pay
This street is easy with kudi
So I have to be fast, get love from the hood, chill with the big boy, do big things, settle big bill
Nod my head in affirmation when being called Egbon cause honestly
these bills have no emotions!!






Bills have no emotions

I am a warrior left alone on this battleground of Sapa
My dreams have been fed upon by the bloody civilian of Surulere
This Suru would soon sue me cause Siri has got the soundtrack of unemployment record, a record of suicide, and frustration to sound on this CityFm cause I saw Fm (femo) last week he left his motherland to be tagged a murderer in the white land

Please explain to me how this salary is now slavery
How a graduate can’t be guaranteed a good job
How the degree is now a dead creed and I decree upon myself a CEO of a brand not seen not heard
Even with my education, I’m ignorant about money and its tricks
I chase after it, it runs
so I run like Usain Bolt, faster
I get caught up in the rat race, faster
I wait for 9 months to get paid, underpaid
I till the ground, this hustle go pay
Payday and bills won’t let the poor breath
Breath because body no be firewood
Breath because it’s just one lifeline I got
Breath because Mama and Papa are retired
So I can’t retire so I refire and enquire on things I need to require
Maybe I can find Aladdin and the magic lamp and make 3 wishes
Just to live love and laugh cause these bills have no emotions.

I'm calling my adulthood a scam as my childhood memories have been spammed
Uglier! the days get
Creepier! as I stay behind the bars of an office desk with my dreams on deck to meet deadlines
Scarier! as I force myself to wear that uncomfortable suit to suit the white-collar job
this rat race transforms me into a church rat
But I remember he will bless the works of my hands
I remember Nigeria made this labor market a battleground
So I have to remember to fight for my life or this life go taya me
and I pray to the lord to give me this day before a daily bread even comes
Cause sooner or later I will japa
Japa and shame motherhood
Get my hands dirty cause legal no dey pay
This street is easy with kudi
So I have to be fast, get love from the hood, chill with the big boy, do big things, settle big bill
Nod my head in affirmation when being called Egbon cause honestly
these bills have no emotions!!




Bills have no emotions

I am a warrior left alone on this battleground of Sapa
My dreams have been fed upon by the bloody civilian of Surulere
This Suru would soon sue me cause Siri has got the soundtrack of unemployment record, a record of suicide, and frustration to sound on this CityFm cause I saw Fm (femo) last week he left his motherland to be tagged a murderer in the white land

Please explain to me how this salary is now slavery
How a graduate can’t be guaranteed a good job
How the degree is now a dead creed and I decree upon myself a CEO of a brand not seen not heard
Even with my education, I’m ignorant about money and its tricks
I chase after it, it runs
so I run like Usain Bolt, faster
I get caught up in the rat race, faster
I wait for 9 months to get paid, underpaid
I till the ground, this hustle go pay
Payday and bills won’t let the poor breath
Breath because body no be firewood
Breath because it’s just one lifeline I got
Breath because Mama and Papa are retired
So I can’t retire so I refire and enquire on things I need to require
Maybe I can find Aladdin and the magic lamp and make 3 wishes
Just to live love and laugh cause these bills have no emotions.

I'm calling my adulthood a scam as my childhood memories have been spammed
Uglier! the days get
Creepier! as I stay behind the bars of an office desk with my dreams on deck to meet deadlines
Scarier! as I force myself to wear that uncomfortable suit to suit the white-collar job
this rat race transforms me into a church rat
But I remember he will bless the works of my hands
I remember Nigeria made this labor market a battleground
So I have to remember to fight for my life or this life go taya me
and I pray to the lord to give me this day before a daily bread even comes
Cause sooner or later I will japa
Japa and shame motherhood
Get my hands dirty cause legal no dey pay
This street is easy with kudi
So I have to be fast, get love from the hood, chill with the big boy, do big things, settle big bill
Nod my head in affirmation when being called Egbon cause honestly
these bills have no emotions!!

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