Post by Minister of Enjoyment (@Yelsgnik)
Fail, try, fail, try
Happy but on somedays I cry
Lows and high but my days are dry
Mó ṣíṣe gan ni
Na only huistle I sabi
I no fit love for my ten toes I'm standing I no fit fall
Love is wicked, I don see some
Mo ti ri bo ṣe n lo
Too many peoplе depend on me, I no fit stop
If I no dеy work then, I no fit chop
Some no dey grind this much, our fingers are not equal
0 likes · 0 comments · 0 shares