On the Grind Songtext

von Supersci

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 knew it Imma do it til my mind clears
It ain't no joke forget the hocus and pocus
When I'm in the booth I'm totally focused

[Hook]

(Arka)
This just ain't how I planned it would work out
I pop the bass in my cans oh man I put in work now
But right now this ain't working for me
Got so much wheight on my back that it's hurting my knees
I can take it to a certain degree but not for long
Stop pulling my arm man I'm putting down a bong
I can feel it inside - it's a classic in the making
Let the feeling compensate for the bread I ain't breaking
I'm sick of gut pains and stress my head aching
Music makes me tick but it's a tricky situation
Grinding like a nine-to-five but don't get paid like one
Soon as I can find the time Imma raise my son
And my girl is stressing me to get a proper job
So we can get a proper car get rid of the rusty Saab
And how about going on a nice vacation
This album better start breaking