Thought Cloud
Yea
You can be grinding all your life and
still not know exactly where you want to be
Pen to the pad got another problem
On the hustle on the grind trying to see these dollars
From fast food to white collar? Fuck that
If I ain't seven figures yet I need to grind harder (uh)
Can you imagine being twenty with no money
Working all your life and end up being fifty with no money? (nah)
I'm trying to take it like some shit that don't belong to me
Get the break I need and be a beast up in this industry
Light-headed man these hunger pains is killing me
Grinding trying to find a crowd an audience that's feeling me
I got to jazz it out sometimes, Kenny G
Just to try to soothe a beast, but the hustle still in me
Distraction it comes from a temporary lack of passion
Lackadaisical action followed by no reaction
Put the hustle off until later in a painless fashion
Drink it straight and laugh just to
hide the pain that I be masking (one)
Maybe I should write a song about the hustle (two)
Work day is over now it's time to hustle (three)
Fuck it man I need to make a party track,
Everybody in the club and that's where I'm gonna get them at (four)
Slurring all my words but I think I'm sober (five)
Picking up my phone and calling shorty over (six)
Fuck the instrumentals where the twerker tracks
Hit her up, say I got the party going where you at? (seven)
In the bed with her she can tell I'm barely sober,
She call me an alckie I laugh and hold her a little closer (eight)
Room is spinning in the dark, head pulsing
Laughing at my thoughts the B.E.T. awards and Kevin hosting
Phone going off, time to go to work
I'm already late, brush my teeth and throw on a shirt
Another 12 hours going down the drain
Trying to make history working for another man
Every morning blasting Trey Songz "Gotta Make It"
Looking at the clock like "damn I gotta make it" (shit)
Next track cranking that "Successful"
Thinking about where I'm at make it stressful
Want to go from unknown to untouchable
Want to make the best music, can't rush it though
The game bad I want everything about her though
But I don't want to sweater (sweat her) like a Huxtable
Wash, rinse, repeat for a week
Sitting in the car throat closed and can't speak
All this talk about a grind
No progress I"m wasting my time
Wasting my time
I'm wasting my time (help)
Wasting my time
Running
You can be grinding all your life and
still not know exactly where you want to be
Pen to the pad got another problem
On the hustle on the grind trying to see these dollars
From fast food to white collar? Fuck that
If I ain't seven figures yet I need to grind harder (uh)
Can you imagine being twenty with no money
Working all your life and end up being fifty with no money? (nah)
I'm trying to take it like some shit that don't belong to me
Get the break I need and be a beast up in this industry
Light-headed man these hunger pains is killing me
Grinding trying to find a crowd an audience that's feeling me
I got to jazz it out sometimes, Kenny G
Just to try to soothe a beast, but the hustle still in me
Distraction it comes from a temporary lack of passion
Lackadaisical action followed by no reaction
Put the hustle off until later in a painless fashion
Drink it straight and laugh just to
hide the pain that I be masking (one)
Maybe I should write a song about the hustle (two)
Work day is over now it's time to hustle (three)
Fuck it man I need to make a party track,
Everybody in the club and that's where I'm gonna get them at (four)
Slurring all my words but I think I'm sober (five)
Picking up my phone and calling shorty over (six)
Fuck the instrumentals where the twerker tracks
Hit her up, say I got the party going where you at? (seven)
In the bed with her she can tell I'm barely sober,
She call me an alckie I laugh and hold her a little closer (eight)
Room is spinning in the dark, head pulsing
Laughing at my thoughts the B.E.T. awards and Kevin hosting
Phone going off, time to go to work
I'm already late, brush my teeth and throw on a shirt
Another 12 hours going down the drain
Trying to make history working for another man
Every morning blasting Trey Songz "Gotta Make It"
Looking at the clock like "damn I gotta make it" (shit)
Next track cranking that "Successful"
Thinking about where I'm at make it stressful
Want to go from unknown to untouchable
Want to make the best music, can't rush it though
The game bad I want everything about her though
But I don't want to sweater (sweat her) like a Huxtable
Wash, rinse, repeat for a week
Sitting in the car throat closed and can't speak
All this talk about a grind
No progress I"m wasting my time
Wasting my time
I'm wasting my time (help)
Wasting my time
Running
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Writer(s): Marcus R White
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