Twenty four seven I've been workin' overtime
Aint got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty four seven I've been workin' overtime
Aint got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty four seven I be workin' the grind
Contemplating my decisions
Was it worth all the time
Got me running in a circle
More hurdles to climb
See this life got me stressin'
With these burdens of mine
Got the weight of the world
Sittin' up on my shoulders
Never Sercombe to the pressure
Stay away from these vultures
Workin' 9 to 5
On these residential houses
Reminisce when I was homeless
Sleepin' on these peoples couches
But I got myself through
Escape the devils clutches
I almost called it quits
Threw the towel and said fuck it
See I'm getting old
Time slips within the hour glass
I argue with myself
Struggle, just to get the power back
Ill see you in an hour flat
Counting down the seconds
Gasping for my last breath
Drowning in these lessons
A message got you guessin'
That I'm sounding' in this question
So listen to my words
That I pound out in this session (ahh)
Twenty four seven I've been workin' overtime
Aint got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty four seven I've been workin' overtime
Aint got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
If life is but a dream
I've been living through a nightmare
Given in a world
Full of people that don't fight fair
Two left shoes
I aint never find the right pair
Never catch a break
What is fate, now I don't care
Starring at the sun
With no fear of going blind
Climbing mount Olympus
Be a god, I'm trying to fly
Waking up from dreams
Where I'm falling from the sky
Every time I hit the ground
Why I never seem to die
I just get back up
And try to do it all again
Groundhog day
Yea this looping never ends
Maybe this is hell
And all these demons be my friends
If none of this is real
Then how the fuck can I contend
Should I just pretend
Filter life like Instagram
Fake follower frontin'
Feelin like the fuckin' man
Face the facts fam
You fugazi no fans
Workin' overtime
Coming home with empty hands
Twenty four seven I've been workin' overtime
Aint got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty four seven I've been workin' overtime
Aint got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Look
Locked up for a decade
He aint got much to show for it
Mama told me, baby boy
Just go for it
I learned a lesson from the older kid
That showed me how to hold the lama
Showed me how to load the clip
Now I pull up in the whip
Ill let 'em chauffeur it
And put in overtime
And so I let it soak a bit
And growing up was always taught
Was always money over bitches
Baby showed me loyalty
So now its mami over riches
Show you how to take a half
Flip and make an O from it
People talk behind my back
I'm over it
Like they think I wouldn't notice it
They think they cant be found
On a second that they posted it
Shit, had my pockets was empty
I'm just trying to drop an album
That will rock for a century
I'm just trying to rock an emblem
That's on top of a Bentley
Sold my soul for the profit
Cause the offer was tempting
Twenty four seven I've been workin' overtime
Aint got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty four seven I've been workin' overtime
Aint got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty four seven I've been workin' overtime
Twenty four seven I've been workin' overtime