OBY ONE – Misa (English lyrics)

1st verse :
I never felt love
I never knew what it was, I wasn’t designed to love (never)
I’m going for a spin once again, downstairs of the building
I’m seeing the years pass, the contours with white chalk
I’m only good at making money, no tranquility
I gotta go back to hustle (around here)
The sun rises early, I have homies that are in debt
Time to catch up to
The night, I wanted a view on the moon with no counterparts
Today, I’m above it, I live the things that you imagine (yeah)
Bro, stop calling me, I’m on voicemail
I recognized your bitch ass face but I’m not a cosmetician
Too many homies disappointed me (that’s for sure)
My ride or die homie that I can count on when I’m wounded (of course)
Young pada’ doesn’t do any featuring, stop dick riding
Just yesterday you wanted to walk over me
Today you’re trying to sympathize with me (yeah)
Sometimes I dream of leaving, back where I’m from money doesn’t have any scent
But the misery makes you smell it
Hey, can you lend me 20 cents ?
No more struggling on the bus
I dreamed that I was gonna make it out
They’re raging but don’t worry
We don’t believe in your marriage anymore, but there’s no point in trying to force things
I don’t know you who are you ?
It’s a pleasure, I’m Oby
Misa, when shall we get a divorce ?

Chorus :
She wants her “G” on the handbag
She wears the Islamic veil on her snaps
She plays all those suckers
She’s not interested in a guy that hangs out down stairs of the building
So I make her believe that tomorrow will be better
Yeah, people will envy us and I’ll eave her in the dark
As soon as she closes her eyes
Nah I can’t take her seriously because…
She wants her “G” on the handbag
She wears the Islamic veil on her snaps
She plays all those suckers
She’s not interested in a guy that hangs out down stairs of the building
So I make her believe that tomorrow will be better
Yeah, people will envy us and I’ll eave her in the dark
As soon as she closes her eyes

2nd verse :
Before you leave, let me say “Amen”
We busted you a night, Chanel hand bag
The weather is gray, tell me what brings you here
Young girl searching for her dose of “béchamel” sauce
You know that I’m hot, sweetheart, now
I have all the codes to get your guard down
But my heart got over you for years now
I’m no longer on your ass, I’m up in them
Back where I’m from, no one wants you, don’t be sad
You know that you’re good at throwing knives
I’m gonna end up six feet under from listening to you, bitch
The Sheitan and you, you guys are like two drops of water
Your dream is to marry a rich guy, I saw it in your eyes, ok
Rub my dick and I’ll make your wishes come true, actually
I’m not in the mood I rather keep my euros
Dealing with a gold digger is too expensive

How can I make her understand that I’m different ?
That I don’t have time for her, I have my money to count over
And provide for my fam’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know life isn’t like her, nah, life isn’t easy
Never had nay luck, yeah, it’s already doomed
I grew up in the matrix (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Chorus :
She wants her “G” on the handbag
She wears the Islamic veil on her snaps
She plays all those suckers
She’s not interested in a guy that hangs out down stairs of the building
So I make her believe that tomorrow will be better
Yeah, people will envy us and I’ll eave her in the dark
As soon as she closes her eyes
Nah I can’t take her seriously because…
She wants her “G” on the handbag
She wears the Islamic veil on her snaps
She plays all those suckers
She’s not interested in a guy that hangs out down stairs of the building
So I make her believe that tomorrow will be better
Yeah, people will envy us and I’ll eave her in the dark
As soon as she closes her eyes

Outro :
She wants her “G” on the handbag
She wears the Islamic veil on her snaps
She plays all those suckers
She’s not interested in a guy that hangs out down stairs of the building