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lirik lagu rivers state of mind – plasthic slash & greham

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[verse 1: plasthic slash]
life in rivers state, you either sink or swim
once we sleep and wake, baff, we think of cream
biological clock, physical watch says time to strive
some work a 9*to*5 till they’re ninety five
civil servants, no birth certificates, they cheat the nation
with a changeable affidavit of age declaration
businessmen make their own hours, self horology
amebo wey get current gist dey shelf chronology
flow of rush hour traffic creeps at a snail’s pace
money dreams, ponzi schemеs without a failsafe
peeps fiend for giant strides whеther in crocs or gators
tripling the item price of goods got from lagos
rest on your oars too long, be quickly out the saddle
it’s easy to be up sh*t’s creek without a paddle
ain’t no telling how some found cream, there’s only conjecture
them done deregulate downstream petroleum sector

[verse 2: plasthic slash]
fare and change at top speed, cabbies wheel and deal
loan sharks be cute as dolphins till they seal the deal
thieves belugas, in police net, they squeak and squeal
chicks feel a thrill of excitement when they grip the eel
but if you no fit find her some bands, her grin is gone
see her waiting in line at some bank while streaming songs
choose a man that’s derelict or some earl that’s very rich
that’s a no*brainer, and these run girls are jellyfish
for pin to the visa, trips to ibiza them eager
purse dry, but wanna drip all time like clepsydras
meanwhile the last ride her papa drive na cressida
she say she’s jasmine, but if you ask him, she’s hephzibah
breast*stroke on waterbeds, a show to the actresses
ready for action, take cover when they go to the mattresses
but getting pounded on sheets outside wedlock for the wh0re money
won’t make prostitution the bedrock of the economy

[verse 3: plasthic slash]
no believe those success stories wey chappies invent
chasing waterfalls could end in a rapid descent
g boy feeling like big fish in a small pond
all shady till fbi flip switch now it’s all gone
no mud*slinging among field engineers swamped with work
your pastor na emcee, both enchant with verse
politicians, crabs in a bucket, street thugs’ demeanour
a civil servant with connects could leapfrog his senior
dark, raining cats and dogs at olu obasanjo
still a chic’s out there, by morn she’ll have a sore ass and jaw
babes in sad marriages but hey, dude’s a bullion
crying a river daily, chooses to wade thru the union
rather than bounce, drown sorrows in star not mineral
them demolish waterside say e dey harbour criminals
exactly what p*ssed off youths at kidney island
hear your man, fear of scam no gree we buy land
in private shows, seen vivians twerk and it sells
to armed oil jobbers, militants working with sh*ll
smokes weed then proceeds to chase green, a father and boss
that’s rolling stoned but still gathering moss

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