[Verse 1] Waiting to be rich, rip it to pieces What do we sing now? Close to the deadline No one remembers, shoulder to shoulder We are pretenders, making the headlines Signal the weekend, waiting they like eh No other reason, tangled and frozen No turning back oooooh, get set and ready Greater dey numbers The colour of money, trigger the lightning The kids in the bedroom, waiting for harvest Strong as a cutlass, guilty of nothing Botched operation, witnessing something [Hook] Dont you turn my home against me Even if my house is empty Dont you turn my home against me Even if my house is empty Dont you turn my home against me Even if my house is empty Dont you turn my home against me Even if my house is empty Dont you turn my home against me
empty, home, turn, house, waiting