The Light
Time
It's our only luxury
When that clock starts counting down
There's nothing you, or I, or anybody can do about it
Yeah
Wake up, scratch balls, fry bacon
Leave the house without checking my face
And I'm already late for work
Spend ten minutes in the off-license, mugging off the clerk
Doing whatever it takes to procrastinate getting to the office today
And I'm missing the calls and emails
From offers to play
Shows that I've wanted to play since I started this shit
But how in the fuck am I paying my bills and parking this whip
When music ain't paying a penny and shit? I'm fed up of this
I need a way out
Mixtape route's feeling corny as fuck
But I don't have a label and not enough paper to do it myself
I'm ranting
When I first dropped music, I had such enthusiasm
But the truth is I've just hit 26, I'm running out of juice, if
I just get one last push, I might do this
It's gone from
Over-inspired
To a deep, burning fear of running out of time
Falling in and out of love with the grind of it
If I don't fit into this industry quick, then I'll finally quit
Quit life? Maybe
What else can I offer you except my pages
Been sucking on the titty of this idea since baby
You can call me anything but not lazy
AJ in the ring, I've got a few rounds left in me, but I feel like I'm blinded
Swinging, no precision, but the light at the end of the tunnel is burning through my visor
Can you feel it?
It's our only luxury
When that clock starts counting down
There's nothing you, or I, or anybody can do about it
Yeah
Wake up, scratch balls, fry bacon
Leave the house without checking my face
And I'm already late for work
Spend ten minutes in the off-license, mugging off the clerk
Doing whatever it takes to procrastinate getting to the office today
And I'm missing the calls and emails
From offers to play
Shows that I've wanted to play since I started this shit
But how in the fuck am I paying my bills and parking this whip
When music ain't paying a penny and shit? I'm fed up of this
I need a way out
Mixtape route's feeling corny as fuck
But I don't have a label and not enough paper to do it myself
I'm ranting
When I first dropped music, I had such enthusiasm
But the truth is I've just hit 26, I'm running out of juice, if
I just get one last push, I might do this
It's gone from
Over-inspired
To a deep, burning fear of running out of time
Falling in and out of love with the grind of it
If I don't fit into this industry quick, then I'll finally quit
Quit life? Maybe
What else can I offer you except my pages
Been sucking on the titty of this idea since baby
You can call me anything but not lazy
AJ in the ring, I've got a few rounds left in me, but I feel like I'm blinded
Swinging, no precision, but the light at the end of the tunnel is burning through my visor
Can you feel it?
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Balme
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