Tie, abrabɔ nyina ara ne woanamɔntuo
Asetena mu nkunimdie nyina ara gyina wo so
Nanso sɛ woanka ntini mu a etire
A yɛde so daeɛ mpo kafra
Mframa de huu pɛ adeɛ a ɔnya oo
Nsa a ɛnnyɛ adwuma nso ɛnsɛ na adidi oo
Hwɛ Manifest adanseɛ ɛne m'afutuo
Tie wɔ asopa mu ɛbɛboa wo

See I dey slack worrying about all
The things I dey lack
Young gifted and black, gift of gab and I rap
I suppose I should clap
Give thanks and give dap
Put my son on my lap, or run a victory lap
Opportunity knocks but we too deaf to hear
Put to death our fears
Bring to life our dreams
We outchea we don't adhere to regular rules
Our mamas fasting and praying
For us secular fools we some reckless dudes
Lust for shoes and jewels
New chucks custom made and such
Golden stools
Mysterious life, Nancy Drew shared no clues
Curious knife stabbed us now
We bleed and bruise
Confusing wants with needs
What I want and need? A house in Trasacco
A villa in Ada with jet skis
Jet setting and the minutes turn to seconds
And I reckon no question make every
First I get the best impression
So just suppose, I juxtapose
Me now with me when I was sixteen years old
Innocence lost in less than
Fifteen years though i'm distinguished
So they can't extinguish my flow
I overpowered all these cowards
Dem no go fit, dem need juju
I know I don't have to pound them, neat fufu
Me ɛnyɛ ɔtwea, w'ani tua, So I save, susu
No shortcuts to heaven, ask Yesu, it's true

Tie, abrabɔ nyina ara ne woanamɔntuo
Asetena mu nkunimdie nyina ara gyina wo so
Nanso sɛ woanka ntini mu a etire
A yɛde so daeɛ mpo kafra
Mframa de huu pɛ adeɛ a ɔnya oo
Nsa a ɛnnyɛ adwuma nso ɛnsɛ na adidi oo
Hwɛ Manifest adanseɛ ɛne m'afutuo
Tie wɔ asopa mu ɛbɛboa wo

No shortcut to heaven
Kwantia biara nni hɔ a ɛpue Aheman mu oo
Gyesɛ wo bre mogya wo bre mogya
Gyesɛ wo bre mogya ani no shortcut to heaven
Kwantia biara nni hɔ a ɛpue Aheman mu oo
Gyesɛ wo bre mogya gyesɛ wo bre mogya
Gyesɛ wo bre mogya ani

I've been down this road before
Down on my knees I wrote this for
All of my peeps that's looking for more
Nevertheless we shock them in awe
Some of the boys dey do fraud
Sakawa tings but dear Lord
Who do you blame, economy lame
Pour my heart on G-Mo chords
Dead bodies on front pages
Of newspapers scary
They call it Daily Graphic cause
It's graphic on a daily
I see it whiles in traffic
When they trafficking the dailies
Life in the milky way
Doesn't taste like Baileys
Wish it did, remember as a little kid
Kofi Kyintoh's severed head the
Pictures were big
Cautionary tale, scars still prevail
If you scared of heights don't get to
The ledge or hold the rails
I rose past the ceiling
From underdog to villain
Treat this biz like a sniper
Bound to make a killing
Mixed feelings for promoters and
Corporate double dealings
Read the fine print
Amet will catch the double meanings
I double dare you to be more debonair
We on the elevator cruising up
They climbing the stairs
Dem dey watch, dem dey stare
They marvel at my career i no dey care
Though they try to steal
My spot musical chairs
Photo flashes when I'm present
But my essence, they couldn't capture
I know they can never see
Coming like the rapture
Fame put the iron in my name
Margaret Thatcher
No shortcuts to heaven, ebe true brethren

Tie, abrabɔ nyina ara ne woanamɔntuo
Asetena mu nkunimdie nyina ara gyina wo so
Nanso sɛ woanka ntini mu a etire
A yɛde so daeɛ mpo kafra
Mframa de huu pɛ adeɛ a ɔnya oo
Nsa a ɛnnyɛ adwuma nso ɛnsɛ na adidi oo
Hwɛ Manifest adanseɛ ɛne m'afutuo
Tie wɔ asopa mu ɛbɛboa wo

No shortcut to heaven
Kwantia biara nni hɔ a ɛpue Aheman mu oo
Gyesɛ wo bre mogya wo bre mogya
Gyesɛ wo bre mogya ani no shortcut to heaven
Kwantia biara nni hɔ a ɛpue Aheman mu oo
Gyesɛ wo bre mogya gyesɛ wo bre mogya
Gyesɛ wo bre mogya ani

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): GARY HOLLINS, KWAME TSIKATA, MICHAEL ELLIOTT DARKO