Lyrics Big Narstie – Sunshine

Craig David:
Grinding on a 9 to 5
On a dark road trying to find the light
I couldn’t see sunshine

Cause I’m a misfit
Miseducated
I’m misunderstood
Coming from a place where there is no good
Raised in a world where there is no good

Big Narstie:
Narst, you are killing them, homie, you are a G
What’s the secret? I told them it’s self-belief
I believed in me, when they didn’t
Mo Farah, I gave them the long distance
Ignored me
Made them listen
Mind of a genius isolated me
It put me in my own prison
United as we stand, divided as we fall
I tried to make these motherfuckers get the vision
BDL, the place where saints and sinners dwell
Yo, they told me people power, fam, would never sell
They told me smoking weed would never go well
But look at me being me and doing well
BD, BD, robbing hood boys taking from the rich to give to all the needy

Star.One:
Mi born and mi raised and mi raised in the jungle
Tell my yute, tek it easy, cause the ghetto is greezy
Mi born and mi raised and mi raised in the jungle
Tell my yute, tek it easy, cause the ghetto is greezy

Craig David:
Grinding on a 9 to 5
On a dark road trying to find the light
I couldn’t see sunshine
I couldn’t see sunshine
Grinding on a 9 to 5
On a dark road trying to find the light
I couldn’t see sunshine
I couldn’t see sunshine

Big Narstie:
Why me? Why is it always me?
Has my life turned to this? Is it all about the P?
Alphabet boy, I come from the A
And I bang it for the C
But I never gave a F about a F
Life before this made me a G
But I couldn’t ask Y
Cause I pledged allegiance to the C
So hail Caesar, that’s who I’m supposed to be
Rise and conquer before I D.I.E
My boy got a L for an M
Trying to make P
Man was getting high on a E
My phone, it rings for a Q
Pain, close friend died over B
Holding my emotions while I’m smoking on a J
Thinking «is this how my life is gonna be?»
Rage mode make me have to run and grab the Mac
It’s rock-a-bye baby when I put em all to sleep

Star.One:
Mi born and mi raised and mi raised in the jungle
Tell my yute, tek it easy, cause the ghetto is greezy
Mi born and mi raised and mi raised in the jungle
Tell my yute, tek it easy, cause the ghetto is greezy

Craig David:
Grinding on a 9 to 5
On a dark road trying to find the light
I couldn’t see sunshine
I couldn’t see sunshine
Grinding on a 9 to 5
On a dark road trying to find the light
I couldn’t see sunshine
I couldn’t see sunshine
Grinding on a 9 to 5
On a dark road trying to find the light
I couldn’t see sunshine
I couldn’t see sunshine
Grinding on a 9 to 5
On a dark road trying to find the light
I couldn’t see sunshine
I couldn’t see sunshine