Run around, run around
It's a new day
I ain't got time for this
He broke my heart the other day
Then he broke it once again
When he dated my friend
Run around, run around
It's a new hour
I ain't got time for this
He left us broke when I was ten
Then he broke us once again
When he had an affair
But who cares?
I got time and a lot of rhymes on my hands
I gotta grind and I gotta find lots of friends
Too much to do and I ain't even mad
No, I'll be too busy being too busy to be sad
Another deadline
Another running out of time
Makes everything seem fine
Overworking is our rose-coloured glasses
And I'm not sure that I mind it
'Cause who cares?
I got time and a lot of rhymes on my hands
I gotta grind and I gotta find lots of friends
Too much to do and I ain't even mad
No, I'll be too busy being too busy
Another call from my ex
Saying he wants me back
Another call from my friend
Saying she wants him bad
Another nervous breakdown is where I'm
Another pile of work, I'll hide behind that
Another call from my ex
Saying he wants me back
Another call from my friend
Saying she wants him bad
Another nervous breakdown is where I'm
Another pile of work, I'll hide behind that
'Cause who cares?
I got time and a lot of rhymes on my hands
I gotta grind and I gotta find lots of friends
Too much to do and I ain't even mad
But who cares?
I got time and a lot of rhymes on my hands
I gotta grind and I gotta find lots of friends
Too much to do and I ain't even mad
No, I'll be too busy being too busy to be sad