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
(Hook)
(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