On The Grind

When I'm on the grind

Somebody's always tapping on my shoulder and I'm trying

To get a piece/peace of mine/mind but I just can't find the time

My baby's always calling me crying on the line

Won't you please come home to me

(Noun)

Sometimes I wonder how this rapping thing would look like

Without a hundred other crappy things that took my

Attention and time away from this rhyme I'm trying to say

Trying to conquer the world but ain't got time today

I'm on the grind today - until when? - I don't know

Striving for pursuing my goals but moving kinda slow

Gotta find the dough - gotta pay the rent

On the grind for sure - got a lady friend

Saying that she loves me and asking later when

The album drop and the video shot yo maybe then

Could we find a little time to chill and play again?

And not fall asleep after sex but hit the hay again?

But working later than Letterman's the state I'm in

I'm married to this music making but I hate it when

I have to end up wondering where my baby went

But for now don't tap my shoulder - play that break again

(Hook)

(Chords)

Nah pretty pretty please - I roam the city streets

Little bit of sticky green clears up my mind when I'm in between

A rock and a hard place - they got me speeding like a

Cop in car chase don't stop and I don't break

See time flies so I'm living it up

I always check my stop watch and I divvy it up

Between the ladies and the studio I hardly see my family

I'm playing and I'm doing shows caught up in it gradually

I miss my mother miss my sisters and brothers

But I gotta keep working can't listen to others

And I'm caught up right now but I'll visit this summer

And when the album drops I'll blow y'all a kiss on the cover

But for now I'm chilling right here music filling my ears

Been through it and you