Great
Got a ton of shit I'm scatter brained
A lot up on my plate
A lot of people tell me I aint great
I'm working till It's late
What's it even mean to you
The hours you be stayin' late
Seeing all the same results you push more or you just wait
Didn't know it would mean or heaven's sake what it would take
Only know how much to give when you aint got the chance to take
I'm not feeling extra great
Not Always such a piece of cake
But one day they'll be asking how you did it
You just wait
Everybody out here working for something can't be nothing
Everybody got a reason to do it try to prove to
Everybody got a zone that they get in try to fit in
But show me what it is that really make you go and stand out
Fourth quarter fourth down corner end zone
With every second in a flow, I get up in my zone
Last second of the race you can't hit the brakes
But coming up on the turn you can't make mistakes
Can't miss the interview in ten cause you fucked if you late
Cause you aint got a reason why your son aint got a plate
Cause there's on season colder work before these winter days
But we aint coming out to play, we comin' out to be great
Can't make this up
Can't bring me down
All the hours and the training every time you aint around
All the times that it was raining not a drop would make a sound
All I hear is hearts like 808s thumping through my town
Ima clown but I can't stay and do the same dance
I been through it all before
I learned the motions
Killed my emotions
I remember what you told me
Every place I am not going
Best believe I'm going
Everybody out here working for something can't be nothing
Everybody got a reason to do it try to prove to
Everybody got a zone that they get in try to fit in
But show me what it is that really make you go and stand out
Fourth quarter fourth down corner end zone
With every second in a flow, I get up in my zone
Last second of the race you can't hit the brakes
But coming up on the turn you can't make mistakes
Can't miss the interview in ten cause you fucked if you late
Cause you aint got a reason why your son aint got a plate
Cause there's on season colder work before these winter days
But we aint coming out to play, we comin' out to be great
A lot up on my plate
A lot of people tell me I aint great
I'm working till It's late
What's it even mean to you
The hours you be stayin' late
Seeing all the same results you push more or you just wait
Didn't know it would mean or heaven's sake what it would take
Only know how much to give when you aint got the chance to take
I'm not feeling extra great
Not Always such a piece of cake
But one day they'll be asking how you did it
You just wait
Everybody out here working for something can't be nothing
Everybody got a reason to do it try to prove to
Everybody got a zone that they get in try to fit in
But show me what it is that really make you go and stand out
Fourth quarter fourth down corner end zone
With every second in a flow, I get up in my zone
Last second of the race you can't hit the brakes
But coming up on the turn you can't make mistakes
Can't miss the interview in ten cause you fucked if you late
Cause you aint got a reason why your son aint got a plate
Cause there's on season colder work before these winter days
But we aint coming out to play, we comin' out to be great
Can't make this up
Can't bring me down
All the hours and the training every time you aint around
All the times that it was raining not a drop would make a sound
All I hear is hearts like 808s thumping through my town
Ima clown but I can't stay and do the same dance
I been through it all before
I learned the motions
Killed my emotions
I remember what you told me
Every place I am not going
Best believe I'm going
Everybody out here working for something can't be nothing
Everybody got a reason to do it try to prove to
Everybody got a zone that they get in try to fit in
But show me what it is that really make you go and stand out
Fourth quarter fourth down corner end zone
With every second in a flow, I get up in my zone
Last second of the race you can't hit the brakes
But coming up on the turn you can't make mistakes
Can't miss the interview in ten cause you fucked if you late
Cause you aint got a reason why your son aint got a plate
Cause there's on season colder work before these winter days
But we aint coming out to play, we comin' out to be great
Credits
Writer(s): Izzy Galaxy
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