Next Time

Yeah, alarm ringing early, huh
It's 8AM, wake, my vision blurry, huh
I make it end
Lay back down with no worries, hmm
Scroll through the net
Could get up, get the money, yeah
I sleep at ten
Oh, it's noon now
Bummy but I still could be productive
That ain't ruled out
Grumpy with no breakfast in your tummy
I need food now
Whip my wrist, put pancakes on my plate
I brush my teeth then hit my room
Let's put some work in on this tape
Okay

Write a word for the verse
Scroll a little
Writer's block, fuck the verse
Scroll a little, scroll a little, uh
Reminiscing on a high chair
Tryna figure why I'm here
Came up with no ideas
But I ranked up my "My Player"
Whole day gone by
Still got no rhymes
One less than 25
Why I waste mine
Missed my deadline
Did that 3 times
But I can't rewind
It's fine I can always do it...

Next time
(Next time, next time...)
Yeah
I'ma have to holler next time
(Next time, next time...)
(I'm so tired)
Next time
(Next time, next time...)
(I'm so tired of bein' tired)
Yeah
I'ma have to holler next time
(Next time, next time...)
(I'm so tired)

I'm in a cycle and I fear that I won't break it
My biggest rival's in the mirror, I can't face him
I fall asleep and wake the dreams but I can't chase 'em
I found my passion, but my bills say, "Find your payment"
So I clocked in, locked in
Faced with no options
Job is toxic
Still fill my pockets
Thoughts lately
How it feel to be off daily
What if I paid me?
Think it's time to evolve maybe
But
I got these loans and if I quit then I can't pay 'em
I graduated and my mama said I made it
So how I look reverting back to broke and chasing?
Ayy, fuck it, I'll accept the optics, I can't take this
So I woke up early 7:30 quitting on my dome
Know I can't make it wordy
Show no mercy
Tell 'em then I'm gone
I practice on my way to work
The second that I see my boss
I'm off it, walked right by his office said, "Good morning"
I can always do it...

Next time
(Next time, next time...)
Yeah
I'ma have to holler next time
(Next time, next time...)
(I'm so tired)
Next time
(Next time, next time...)
(I'm so tired of bein' tired)
Yeah
I'ma have to holler next time
(Next time, next time...)
(I'm so tired)

Outside, looking in, I got it all figured out
A lil' Bentley for the whip and plus a big ass house
Beyond the items
Love my kids and, yup, I live for my spouse
I work for funds, I need the liquid, used to live in a drought
And I ain't going back
My kids never knowing that
Got it if they need it
I'll be damned if I hold 'em back
Holding back some tears as I wonder if I did it wrong
My son just called me, said, he hates the fact I'm never home
It's all for him, so that means one day he gon' get it right
All this money still a fuck up, I can't get it right
Gotta do better
My son's team made the championship
And less explicit, I just told him, "I ain't missing that shit"
Fast forward to the day of
Boss talking paper
Problem, it requires, I'll be flying towards the Lakers
Now let me call my baby 'cause I'll know he'll wonder why
But before I said "Hi", he said, "It's fine dad, I know you're coming..."

Next time
(Next time, next time...)
Yeah
I'ma have to holler next time
(Next time, next time...)
Next time
(Next time, next time...)
(You say you gon' do it next time and then you say it again)
Yeah
I'ma have to holler next time
(Next time, next time...)
Then you say it again
You say you gon' do it next time and then you say it again
You say you gon' do it next time and then you say it again
But how you gon do it next time, when you no longer exist?