Finder's Keepers
I can't lie, I'm tired
More like I'm exhausted
But I'm so inspired
So I couldn't chalk this
I been taking iron
I know that could solve this
Also, I should get to sleep
I should get ready to ball, yeah
I should get ready to call, yeah
On my self like I raised all hands
Gave her some D like a teacher
Fruits of the labor, no harvest
I had to put on my sneakers
I had to aim at the target
She told me finders are keepers
I ended right in the market
I wake up all of my sleepers
They're lookin' just like some Clark Kents
I said uncover your peepers
I told my dawgs ain't no barkin'
There's no such thing as a cheater
I whip until I can park it
I find a spot with no meter
IPhone on one, so I charge it
I can't lie, I'm tired
More like I'm exhausted
But I'm so inspired
So I couldn't chalk this
I been taking iron
I know that could solve this
Also, I should get to sleep
I should get ready to ball, yeah
I should get ready to call, yeah
On my self like I raised all hands
Gave her some D like a teacher
Fruits of the labor, no harvest
I had to put on my sneakers
I had to aim at the target
She told me finders are keepers
I ended right in the market
More like I'm exhausted
But I'm so inspired
So I couldn't chalk this
I been taking iron
I know that could solve this
Also, I should get to sleep
I should get ready to ball, yeah
I should get ready to call, yeah
On my self like I raised all hands
Gave her some D like a teacher
Fruits of the labor, no harvest
I had to put on my sneakers
I had to aim at the target
She told me finders are keepers
I ended right in the market
I wake up all of my sleepers
They're lookin' just like some Clark Kents
I said uncover your peepers
I told my dawgs ain't no barkin'
There's no such thing as a cheater
I whip until I can park it
I find a spot with no meter
IPhone on one, so I charge it
I can't lie, I'm tired
More like I'm exhausted
But I'm so inspired
So I couldn't chalk this
I been taking iron
I know that could solve this
Also, I should get to sleep
I should get ready to ball, yeah
I should get ready to call, yeah
On my self like I raised all hands
Gave her some D like a teacher
Fruits of the labor, no harvest
I had to put on my sneakers
I had to aim at the target
She told me finders are keepers
I ended right in the market
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Writer(s): Christopher Mcleod
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