730
All right
We're going to have to get married, you and I
because you're penetrating me with that look, but strong
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Don't sleep for the wicked, the a.m. hitting different
Burnt myself on a coffee pot and my next door neighbor tripping
My head is really pounding, my heart feels like it's skipping
Clouds seem so gray today, it feels like something's missing
So I locate the eccentric
Frustrations haven't set in, but my threshold is bending
Who knows what day I'm getting
Bus comes and I get in
It's packed, I'm regretting
Yo, watch where you stepping
You see me trying to get in? It's raining
We all wet and the bus driver saying step in
So why not take a step back
You can see this shit is mad packed
Move man, don't get bitch slapped
I bite your face off, eat your heart last
Put your body in a fucking cast
Bones broke so the pain will last
Leave your kids in the fucking past
You got me fucked up thinking I'm ass
The cops here with the white straps
Who called them? Why you did that
Fuck you, you relax
I'm 730, what the fuck is that
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Yo, take a walk with me
Think of things from the side of the HOP
Don't nobody want to tell me what they think of me
Subjectively, even the mayor looks differently
It all depends on your POV, irrespectively
I'm trying to master this thing called life
Cause you never know when it might be your last day
But a nigga getting tired trying to fight for his right
Feels like I'm going mad, but I'm smooth with it
Always calculating new shit
In the lab with some sick shit
Call me the mad scientist or a slick Rick
Now I just need a Morty or a bigger Rick
So the niggas can ignore me, bore me
Unfortunately, there's no such thing as more pity
For the black man in a poor city
Gotta man up, stand up, stand up, don't belittle
Be a category 5 hurricane
But what happens when niggas get close to the middle
No fighting, just quiet
No trumpeting, just fighting
No talking, just walking
Am I really worthy
I think I'm losing it
I might be 730
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
7.30 on a Monday
7.30 on a Tuesday
7.30 on a Wednesday
7.30 on a Thursday
7.30 on a Friday
7.30 on a Saturday
7.30 on a Sunday
We're going to have to get married, you and I
because you're penetrating me with that look, but strong
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Don't sleep for the wicked, the a.m. hitting different
Burnt myself on a coffee pot and my next door neighbor tripping
My head is really pounding, my heart feels like it's skipping
Clouds seem so gray today, it feels like something's missing
So I locate the eccentric
Frustrations haven't set in, but my threshold is bending
Who knows what day I'm getting
Bus comes and I get in
It's packed, I'm regretting
Yo, watch where you stepping
You see me trying to get in? It's raining
We all wet and the bus driver saying step in
So why not take a step back
You can see this shit is mad packed
Move man, don't get bitch slapped
I bite your face off, eat your heart last
Put your body in a fucking cast
Bones broke so the pain will last
Leave your kids in the fucking past
You got me fucked up thinking I'm ass
The cops here with the white straps
Who called them? Why you did that
Fuck you, you relax
I'm 730, what the fuck is that
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Yo, take a walk with me
Think of things from the side of the HOP
Don't nobody want to tell me what they think of me
Subjectively, even the mayor looks differently
It all depends on your POV, irrespectively
I'm trying to master this thing called life
Cause you never know when it might be your last day
But a nigga getting tired trying to fight for his right
Feels like I'm going mad, but I'm smooth with it
Always calculating new shit
In the lab with some sick shit
Call me the mad scientist or a slick Rick
Now I just need a Morty or a bigger Rick
So the niggas can ignore me, bore me
Unfortunately, there's no such thing as more pity
For the black man in a poor city
Gotta man up, stand up, stand up, don't belittle
Be a category 5 hurricane
But what happens when niggas get close to the middle
No fighting, just quiet
No trumpeting, just fighting
No talking, just walking
Am I really worthy
I think I'm losing it
I might be 730
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
Losing, I'm losing my mind
7.30 on a Monday
7.30 on a Tuesday
7.30 on a Wednesday
7.30 on a Thursday
7.30 on a Friday
7.30 on a Saturday
7.30 on a Sunday
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Writer(s): Everett Hopkins
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