Lyrics:

[Produced by: Khrysis]

[Intro: Heather Victoria] (GQ)
If you see me walking down the street and I start to cry
Each time we meet
Walk on by (Day in and day out man)
Walk on by (We all got problems, it's how it is)
Walk on by (We just handle them differently, feel me? Mine not bigger than yours, yours not worse than mine)
Walk on by (It's really how we look at it)
Walk on by

[Verse 1: GQ]
Stranded on a island that's not sanded
Tryna find my way
Life of mine is crazy and I'm bout to have a baby
Even though I know this world is not a place where they can play
My job ain't payin' much, wage barely minimum
My car need a alternator I just need a small favour, neighbour
And television keep showin' me what I'm missin'
Or at least that's my assumption
Why the fuck my girl bitchin' over shit that's not important?
But I guess to her it is
A voice comin' back around that I ain't heard in years
And I just got a call from work sayin' that I been laid off
Funny cause I'm wearin' this shirt that says 'No days off'
Is it bad luck or something I deserve?
I really don't know but this shit is workin' my nerves
Walkin' to the store I see a man with a sign say he ain't doin' too fine but I just

[Hook: Heather Victoria] (GQ)
Walk on by (they never pay me no mind, they just)
Walk on by (they tell me)
Walk on by (I'm all by myself, that's why I just)
Walk on by (that's why I just)

[Verse 2: GQ]
Man, it's too early to get up
And why this bill collector keep callin' me it ain't like I'mma pick up
Next to my bed a few bottles and a big cup
From pills that'll keep me awake and help me sit up
My partner hear me said he just signing my contract
Told him congrats while I was signing a job at
When I be down Mary help me keep a calm head
I'm gettin' impatient I think I need my palm read
Thought I would bump into somethin' that would inspire me
I'm mad as fuck, man that fortune cookie lied to me
Everywhere I go I got a eye on me
At least that's what I tell myself silently
I got a package I gotta get from my cousin
Pulled up on his street, police see like a dozen
Shoulda been me too, what really make it hard
Seen him in the back of the car, he told me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: GQ]
I'm tired, y'all, but I still manage
At home without havin' a field advantage
If hell is a party, we musta crashed it
The news anchor always talkin' 'bout bad shit
If not then it's sad shit
What happened to the cool world, where's Pitt?
Everything real became plastic
Same corner, I always pass it
But yesterday made a right instead of left
Walked up a couple blocks, heard shots fired and held my-- breath
Somethin' we accustomed to
Life is what we rushin' through
Next morning a paper is what I read
A shootout took place, three wounded and one dead
A ten year old minor leavin' school heading home
He was just tryna...

[Hook]