Lyrics: Adam Korbesmeyer/Chris Panameno/Chris Patrick
Music: Adam Korbesmeyer/Chris Panameno/Chris Patrick
Card got declined inside the store
Rent still due up on the first
Whip broken into where I stay at
But I'm still finding ways to make it work
Praying that somebody out there praying for me
Baby, I been sending prayers up like alley oops
Praying that somebody out there praying for me
Baby, I been sending prayers up like alley oops
I been sending prayers up, been alley ooping
Early mornings in the lab, been straight hooping
I got dreams of something bigger than this day job
So if you know who changing lives, then introduce me
Ain't no way I'm going home to stay at my crib
I told my Pops, I ain't gon' stop till they recruit me
But if this job put me down to do one more shift
Then I promise you, my boss is finna lose me
Don't got time to be slacking at all
Back to back with sessions and shows with my back against the wall
I'm an actual dog, there be days that I wanna quit, but I have to evolve
All I have is this dream of mine and and bag of resolve
I'm talking 'bout no rest for me, I'on even got the time yet
Landlord pressed for money, I ain't provide yet
Can't force nun', just trusting we gon' be fine
But this paycheck ain't enough to pay these bills, 'cause I peeped that my
Card got declined inside the store
Rent still due up on the first
Whip broken into where I stay at
But I'm still finding ways to make it work
Praying that somebody out there praying for me
Baby, I been sending prayers up like alley oops
Praying that somebody out there praying for me
Baby, I been sending prayers up like alley oops
Somedays it feels like I'm not sure
I got too much left to give
Baby, I'm tired, ooh, baby, I'm tired
Somedays it feels like I'm not sure
I got too much left to give
Baby, I'm tired, ooh, baby, I'm tired
I been fatigued, but I'm still pushing
Box springs on the back, the couch ain't come with no real cushions
Ramen with the water, closest I get to real cooking
Been working every night with hopes I get me a mill' from it
With every bill I make, another couple of bill come in
I don't got the time or the space to be shy in the race
When I know how much I got to make it work
Guess I gotta grind till the pape' get aligned in the bank
Seven 0's when you look into the purse
I done seen the lowest of lows
Promise I ain't tripping, I been sewing for the soul
Things I'm 'bout whip up feel like gold inside a stove
No ceiling for me, limitless, the goal's to build a home
From wearing Reeboks and selling clothes on Depop
To standing in arenas off songs made at the crib
Threw up a couple peace signs, locked in to build the design
Someday I get to recline, but right now all I know is tryna get it 'cause my
Card got declined inside the store
Rent still due up on the first
Whip broken into where I stay at
But I'm still finding ways to make it work
Praying that somebody out there praying for me
Baby, I been sending prayers up like alley oops
Praying that somebody out there praying for me
Baby, I been sending prayers up like alley oops
Somedays it feels like I'm not sure
I got too much left to give
Baby, I'm tired, ooh, baby, I'm tired
Somedays it feels like I'm not sure
I got too much left to give
Baby, I'm tired, ooh, baby, I'm tired