Find Time

Find time
Either find excuses, or ya find time
Ya either find excuses or ya find time
JAME

Murder a track and start dancin like Joaquin Phoenix, that's how I'm feelin
Hop on the song and freak dance it, they thought this a remix
Got high and dropped some ashes on me I'm a walking phoenix
Rose again, better have your rosary
These cats ain't cold to me, I'll leave you frostbit with some rosy cheeks
Got a freaky thick bitch drink her Ovaltine
We just did the thing and she just want some more of me
She pop and lock, coolin in the party spot
Party ain't a party till I'm parking in the parking lot
Every song a constellation, I connect the dots
Make em scratch they head a lot until they got a balding spot
I'm the city champ, they askin how I'm live
Ya either find excuses or ya find time
Fine wine, ya boy fine tuned
Ya girl finding excuses to find me too

Ya either find excuses or ya find time
Ya either find excuses homie or ya find time
Either find excuses or ya find time
Tryna find a dollar, only seem to find dimes
Ya either find excuses or ya find time
Ya either find excuses homie or ya find time
Either find excuses or ya find time
Tryna find a dollar, only seem to find dimes

Pockets low, that was just the status quo
Got my taxes, flipped em, now I charge em like a matador
All the pieces in a bowl, like a casserole
That's my recipe, no receipt, cash it like an ashy bowl
Havin bitches hit the road
They ain't makin runs they just gotta go
And when ya gotta go, ya gotta go
That's what I was told, so the story goes
Fuck em blind: glory holes
Me and planet Earth is on the Maury show
Alimony in the mornin, never sorry
Damn vision starry
What the business shawty, Jame just hit anotha one
Was that the same bitch? Or just a honeybun
Really couldn't tell much of difference between either one
Got anotha bitch, standing 5'2
All I'm really thinkin what would Lloyd do
Bounced out, couldn't give the hoe time
I ran out of excuses, got me running low on damn time

Ya either find excuses or ya find time
Ya either find excuses homie or ya find time
Either find excuses or ya find time
Tryna find a dollar, only seem to find dimes
Ya either find excuses or ya find time
Ya either find excuses homie or ya find time
Either find excuses or ya find time
Tryna find a dollar, only seem to find dimes

She pop and lock, coolin in the party spot
Party ain't a party till I'm parking in the parking lot
Every song a constellation, I connect the dots
Make em scratch they head a lot until they got a balding spot
That's what I was told, so the story goes
Fuck em blind: glory holes
Me and planet Earth is on the Maury show