Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Due Me A Favour, artist - Kardinal Offishall. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Due Me A Favour |
| Woah |
| Oh x 5 |
| Yo |
| It’s like speeding down the highway |
| With a blind fold on |
| No hands on the wheel |
| Hopin' God will lead me my way |
| And I know he real |
| So my grandma say what I |
| Feel a sweat from the sun |
| Cause I work construction |
| I gotta take care of my son |
| I got one in the oven on the way |
| Rents late, two months |
| Cause my land lord talks too much |
| Hands full of calises |
| And I still got the magic touch to make wifee blush |
| I been workin' it out since a high school crush |
| Foots on the clutch |
| Minds on my money |
| But my money ain’t there |
| But I will not resort to welfare I care |
| Can’t stop |
| Won’t stop |
| Couldn’t even do it if I tried |
| If I said I did I’d lie |
| Let’s ride x 2 |
| Ride… |
| I need a favour tonight |
| More than heaven knows |
| I need a favour tonight… x 2 |
| Could God do me a favour? |
| I could really use a favour |
| Can I get it tonight? |
| (repeat once more) |
| No |
| Christmas here |
| I’m taking time and a half |
| Gotta make that cash |
| Even if a nigga gotta drive that cab |
| I’m gonna treat it like a limo |
| Didn’t know? |
| y’better ask |
| Somebody told me |
| Closed mouths don’t eat |
| Closed eyes may never ever see |
| So I try with everything I’ve got to not sleep |
| But it’s hard to run if at first you don’t creep |
| After work take the long way home |
| See a lotta whips dipped out in chrome |
| Thinkin about a house but I can’t get along |
| So I day dream on my way back to my zone |
| Thinkin about my son look when he full grown |
| Will he be raised right or another street clone? |
| Everything I know God knows gotta shown |
| Lettim know he is not alone |
| He on x 2 |
| On… |
| I need a favour tonight |
| More than heaven knows |
| I need a favour tonight… x 2 |
| Could God do me a favour? |
| Really use a favour |
| Can I get it tonight? |
| (repeat once more) |
| It’s like im |
| Drownin' in a world of failure |
| But |
| I can’t stop 'til my suits are tailored |
| Well |
| I really can’t trust my neighbours |
| Some |
| Only trust in they Lord and saviour |
| Gotta believe in the fact |
| That he must want better for us |
| Like young C gotta do it for us |
| My car broke down |
| F*** the bus |
| F*** the mayor |
| F*** the city laws are unjust |
| It’s like why do I try |
| When I feel I’m gonna die |
| Without a tear left in my eye? |
| I work the hardest see the least |
| It’s like cultivating the harvest |
| Not seeing the feast |
| I don’t wanna get philosophical go-to deep |
| I have faith but I’m afraid to take the leap |
| Most of what I know |
| I know holds me back |
| Instead of learning |
| I want that lac |
| Come on x 4 |
| I need a favour tonight |
| More than heaven knows |
| I need a favour tonight… x 2 |
| Could God do me a favour? |
| I could really use a favour |
| Can I get it tonight? |
| (repeat once more) |
| Yo cuz |
| Why you takin' me to the water B? |
| I mean |
| Shit is peaceful |
| I mean this real romantic |
| You know I’m not into that shit? |
| Right? |
| Some of my friends are terrorists |
| Some of my friends deal crack and I am not OK with this |
| Some niggas I know only back me because I rake dough like a gardner |
| Fuck it I work harder |
| I don’t like most hip hop out |
| There’s a secret society of niggas who wanna shout |
| «turn that bullshit off!» |
| I should shut my mouth? |
| Next thing you know I ain’t welcome down south |
| Of the border |
| I don’t believe in turfs or a section |
| I believe in community |
| Where anybody can walk good without protection |
| I believe that Dilla was the numba one dude in rap |
| But there on the slaps of haikus |
| I spite you for not givin' it up |
| Fuck what that nigga say, nigga give it up |
| Why black people act like little kids? |
| Make mad excuses when they know what it is |
| Be like them white folks invest that shit |
| Instead niggas clownin' on the red carpet |
| Showing my neice that a million on the neck |
| Is the hot shit |
| Is bloodclot disrespect |
| And growin' up poor don’t make you ignant |
| Act your age |
| Don’t act your pigment |
| Race to the top |
| Don’t let your race stop you |
| From revolution |
| Open your mouth and bust shots |
| Read books |
| Young nigga say «hello,» |
| Screw faces an' fuck me we know you spines jello |
| Spit what you been through |
| Spit what you know |
| And don’t waste my time |
| Fuck your demo |
| Yeeaah… |