Make The Bed

I hear what they saying without even saying it
I make the bed and they just mufuckin lay in it
Got ahold of your little pretty portion
Now it's more than night and day, I don't know what day it is

The fuck is my calendar?
I mean calculator
I do one over one and I found my savior
I got minor problems now I'm going major
Used to move the meals and now I never cater

I got healthy accounts now they counting me out
Certified swimmer, no drowning me out
Throw in a flash and I'm flushing 'em out

Moments of money, god bringing the hope
I don't wanna cut my hands on the rope
Taking dirty? Finna clean 'em with soap
When they gon' stop acting like I'm a joke?

I'm getting sick of these plans
Thought the money would fall in my hands
Losing hope in the places I stand on cause I never get any advance
I do what I love with a chance
That I'll get all the money to pay all the bills at the end of the week
Night falls and I'm up tryna get the momentum back, I cut to black and repeat

Make sense of the shit that I see
Maybe it's all in the way that I breathe
Crossing my I's and been dotting my T's
I'm boutta chop, cut it off
How do I get a moment of clarity?
I don't want all of my work to be charity
Time flies when your life is embarrassing

I hear what they saying without even saying it
I make the bed and they just mufuckin lay in it
Got ahold of your little pretty portion
Now it's more than night and day, I don't know what day it is

The fuck is my calendar?
I mean calculator
I do one over one and I found my savior
I got minor problems now I'm going major
Used to move the meals and now I never cater



Credits
Writer(s): Nolan Nicholson
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