Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Overtime, artist - Babyface Ray. Date of issue: 19.05.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Overtime |
| Can’t open the same door |
| 'Cause the devil always anarchy |
| I was drunk and high at the same time |
| So she couldn’t hear me talking |
| I’m a pop star with a lot of bars |
| Velvet hearts in my coffin |
| And we always working overtime |
| So there’s no time for nothing |
| You won’t see us coming |
| You won’t see me coming |
| Tilt my head to the sky (Sky high) |
| I still believe in your eyes (Eyes) |
| Who the hell is Carlo? |
| We on top of this shit, it ain’t nothin' |
| Ace of spades in my cards, so you know we ain’t bluffin' |
| Concussions in my head since a youngin' |
| Talkin' 'bout the Lord like it was somethin' |
| Say she locked in with me, she don’t really wanna leave |
| Live a thug life, don’t wanna die to notice me |
| Fuck what a nigga say, I’m watchin' what they showin' me |
| Fresh as hell, in this life, tend to know it’s me |
| Everybody can’t go, you can’t go with me |
| Just to complement the links, it cost me forty-three |
| We can’t hit the venue 'til I get a party pack (Uh-uh) |
| If the bitch a eight or better, she can go with me |
| I was workin' overtime and they ain’t notice me, yeah, nigga |
| I was workin' overtime and they ain’t notice me, nigga |
| I was workin' overtime and they ain’t notice me, yeah |
| Workin' 'round the clock, homies turned opps |
| That’s 1150, so be careful 'bout my pop |
| Connected for forever, really, what’s the drop? |
| I’m handing P a cream soon as they let him out |
| Had to wash my hands with the streets, niggas cops |
| Paperwork party, niggas won’t bring 'em up |
| Got my hands on it, then we might grab the South |
| North too, I might get confused, pick a route |
| Bust a nut, bust another nut, kick her out |
| Fuck up Neimans, fuck up Saks too, did a lot |
| What you know 'bout steel? |
| Goin' when it’s hot |
| Disrespect, disrespect him back, hit his top |
| D is gettin' cold, I got to heat the six |
| Fam worried 'bout my neph', shit, he be with me |
| Did a world tour, scooped a lot of cheese |
| New season, Human Made heart on my sleeve |
| Won’t see us coming |
| No, you won’t see me coming |
| Tilt my head to the sky, sky high |
| I still believe in |
| Won’t see us coming |
| No, you won’t see me coming |
| On the top of this shit, it ain’t nothin' |
| She ain’t wanna leave |
| Say she locked in with me, she don’t really wanna leave |
| Live a thug life, don’t wanna die to notice me |
| Fuck what a nigga say, I’m watchin' what they showin' me |
| Fresh as hell, in this life, tend to know it’s me |
| Everybody can’t go, you can’t go with me |
| Just to complement the links, it cost me forty-three |
| We can’t hit the venue 'til I get a party pack (Uh-uh) |
| If the bitch a eight or better, she can go with me |
| I was workin' overtime and they ain’t notice me, yeah, nigga |
| I was workin' overtime and they ain’t notice me, nigga |
| I was workin' overtime and they ain’t notice me, yeah |