The Good guy Pt. 1 by Tafa Lyrics
Verse 1
The Ultimate prole,work role owns his soul
Early bird, legal money was his goal
Shirt-tie uniform was the only thing fly
In his life, I no lie, struggling to get by
He knew more about cockcrows than cornrows
Amazing the resilience this son shows
Punctual like he was the time keeper
Success seeker, no time for alcohol or reefer
At times his Saturdays are taken
To get the cake in
Only his Sundays are not shaken
Torn between sleeping or hanging with friends
Low ends meant he prowls in leggedies Benz
Over some bottles, asun and pepper soup
Yarns about sex, girls and their love for the coupe
Silent man, frail account allows for less speech
The good guy in the system,a nother yes bitch
Chorus:
Why the good guy always cry?
Playing by rules that don’t apply
Honest hard work makes more money
In this country that’s flat out funny
Why the good guy always cry?
Playing by rules that don’t apply
They say honest hard work makes more money
In this country that’s flat out funny
Verse 2:
He was teased “Bobo sanwo drinks”
Awa ma sanwo asun, a san ti pepper soup
Oofe sha lomo, oosha tin shi she
Taba so fun e nsin, wa so pe ooni sha she
Honest jokes,but words got to him though
He felt really low,as he fumbled in his pockets so
He took off after verbal altercations
No subtle alterations in their vile iterations
Night waka in Lagos, e no dey pay us
God save us from the shrieking nights wey wan slay us
Grimace on his face as NEPA take light
No respite for Naija, every second is a fight
That was a few steps home,still grumbling and mumbling
SARS parked,he wan talk kafa got him tumbling
Now he struggling but was thrown in the Black Maria
This pariah seems like a misery carrier
Chorus:
Why the good guy always cry?
Playing by rules that don’t apply
Honest hard work makes more money
In this country that’s flat out funny
Why the good guy always cry?
Playing by rules that don’t apply
They say honest hard work makes more money
In this country that’s flat out funny
Verse 3:
Who dey talk say “bail is free”
My guy with agidi see day three
Crazy ‘cause this youth ain’t lazy
Maybe the system is just shady
Aftermath,the doctor’s place,I ain’t talking Compton
Got the sack,surprised face he was trying to say something
But these foreigners in Naija reign more terror
No xenophobia, our labour union is just error
Now he looking for jobs but he’s above thirty
Age discrimination in this e land plenty
Pockets empty, depression sets in
Devil crept in, vices are more tempting
The good guy now wants to be the G guy
His friends applaud but you know that glee lie
In a state of conflict, hard to stay driven
A Jurassic world eat or you would be eaten
Chorus:
Why the good guy always cry?
Playing by rules that don’t apply
Honest hard work makes more money
In this country that’s flat out funny
Why the good guy always cry?
Playing by rules that don’t apply
They say honest hard work makes more money
In this country that’s flat out funny
The Ultimate prole,work role owns his soul
Early bird, legal money was his goal
Shirt-tie uniform was the only thing fly
In his life, I no lie, struggling to get by
He knew more about cockcrows than cornrows
Amazing the resilience this son shows
Punctual like he was the time keeper
Success seeker, no time for alcohol or reefer
At times his Saturdays are taken
To get the cake in
Only his Sundays are not shaken
Torn between sleeping or hanging with friends
Low ends meant he prowls in leggedies Benz
Over some bottles, asun and pepper soup
Yarns about sex, girls and their love for the coupe
Silent man, frail account allows for less speech
The good guy in the system,a nother yes bitch
Chorus:
Why the good guy always cry?
Playing by rules that don’t apply
Honest hard work makes more money
In this country that’s flat out funny
Why the good guy always cry?
Playing by rules that don’t apply
They say honest hard work makes more money
In this country that’s flat out funny
Verse 2:
He was teased “Bobo sanwo drinks”
Awa ma sanwo asun, a san ti pepper soup
Oofe sha lomo, oosha tin shi she
Taba so fun e nsin, wa so pe ooni sha she
Honest jokes,but words got to him though
He felt really low,as he fumbled in his pockets so
He took off after verbal altercations
No subtle alterations in their vile iterations
Night waka in Lagos, e no dey pay us
God save us from the shrieking nights wey wan slay us
Grimace on his face as NEPA take light
No respite for Naija, every second is a fight
That was a few steps home,still grumbling and mumbling
SARS parked,he wan talk kafa got him tumbling
Now he struggling but was thrown in the Black Maria
This pariah seems like a misery carrier
Chorus:
Why the good guy always cry?
Playing by rules that don’t apply
Honest hard work makes more money
In this country that’s flat out funny
Why the good guy always cry?
Playing by rules that don’t apply
They say honest hard work makes more money
In this country that’s flat out funny
Verse 3:
Who dey talk say “bail is free”
My guy with agidi see day three
Crazy ‘cause this youth ain’t lazy
Maybe the system is just shady
Aftermath,the doctor’s place,I ain’t talking Compton
Got the sack,surprised face he was trying to say something
But these foreigners in Naija reign more terror
No xenophobia, our labour union is just error
Now he looking for jobs but he’s above thirty
Age discrimination in this e land plenty
Pockets empty, depression sets in
Devil crept in, vices are more tempting
The good guy now wants to be the G guy
His friends applaud but you know that glee lie
In a state of conflict, hard to stay driven
A Jurassic world eat or you would be eaten
Chorus:
Why the good guy always cry?
Playing by rules that don’t apply
Honest hard work makes more money
In this country that’s flat out funny
Why the good guy always cry?
Playing by rules that don’t apply
They say honest hard work makes more money
In this country that’s flat out funny