when I´m on the grind somebody´s always tapping on my shoulder and I´m trying to get a piece/peace of mine/mind but I just can´t find the time my baby´s always calling me crying on the line won´t you please come home to me
(Noun) sometimes I wonder how this rapping thing would look like without a hundred other crappy things that took my attention and time away from this rhyme I´m trying to say trying to conquer the world but ain´t got time today I´m on the grind today - until when? - I don´t know striving for pursuing my goals but moving kinda slow gotta find the dough - gotta pay the rent on the grind for sure - got a lady friend saying that she loves me and asking later when the album drop and the video shot yo maybe then could we find a little time to chill and play again? and not fall asleep after sex but hit the hay again? but working later than Letterman´s the state I´m in I´m married to this music making but I hate it when I have to end up wondering where my baby went but for now don´t tap my shoulder - play that break again
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(Chords) nah pretty pretty please - I roam the city streets little bit of sticky green clears up my mind when I´m in between a rock and a hard place - they got me speeding like a cop in car chase don´t stop and I don´t break see time flies so I´m living it up I always check my stop watch and I divvy it up between the ladies and the studio I hardly see my family I´m playing and I´m doing shows caught up in it gradually I miss my mother miss my sisters and brothers but I gotta keep working can´t listen to others and I´m caught up right now but I´ll visit this summer and when the album drops I´ll blow y´all a kiss on the cover but for now I´m chilling right here music filling my ears been through it and you knew it Imma do it til my mind clears it ain´t no joke forget the hocus and pocus when I´m in the booth I´m totally focused
(Arka) this just ain´t how I planned it would work out I pop the bass in my cans oh man I put in work now but right now this ain´t working for me got so much wheight on my back that it´s hurting my knees I can take it to a certain degree but not for long stop pulling my arm man I´m putting down a bomb I can feel it inside - it´s a classic in the making let the feeling compensate for the bread I ain´t breaking I´m sick of gut pains and stress my head aching music makes me tick but it´s a tricky situation grinding like a nine-to-five but don´t get paid like one soon as I can find the time Imma raise my son and my girl is stressing me to get a proper job so we can get a proper car get rid of the rusty Saab and how about going on a nice vacation this album better start breakingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
