Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Greater Later , by - J-Zone. Release date: 06.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Greater Later |
| It’s gonna be greater later |
| It’s gonna be fine |
| It just take a little time |
| Damn cousin. |
| Why you eatin' a turkey neck sand which for? |
| What’s on your mind nigga? |
| Shit |
| Spittin' out the spinal cord of a turkey neck |
| Waitin' for the phone to ring but ain’t no work yet |
| Get up off the couch, take a shit and I think |
| Of how I’m gonna go the whole day without a drink |
| While I’m writin' |
| I get excited about the weed that I have |
| Up two days straight, maybe I need me a bath |
| It seems that I’m trapped |
| In a life that I love |
| I might get a buzz |
| You know acceptance from the critics and skeptics |
| I hop off in the car, but the car won’t start |
| My transmission needs fixin' |
| My shit won’t go forward |
| So I reverse it all the way to the shop |
| And get out |
| I ask him to fix it (naw, no dice man) |
| Check my brakes, it’s hard to stop |
| (Hell no nigga, gimmie my money) |
| I jog back to my house |
| I ask him to hold onto my keys |
| I’ll pay you man, c’mon please |
| It’s 32 degrees |
| And all I have is this turtle neck sweater |
| And this cold weather |
| I know it’s gonna get better |
| Damn man. |
| I definitely can relate to you. |
| I’m goin' through some shit myself |
| Give me a little bit of that turkey neck sand which. |
| It looks pretty good |
| Fuck it |
| I dig deep into my pockets all my bucks is spent |
| I’m diggin' deeper and still comin' up with lent |
| I got three parking tickets |
| That’s three fifteen |
| I owe the city, so I go hustle some beat CDs |
| Gave out ten last week |
| Sounds sweet to me |
| But they all wantin' beats for free |
| I need cash and a 9 to 5 ain’t an option to get some |
| I’ve been fired more times then George Jetson |
| So I’m waitin' by the phone |
| Can I speak to J-Zone |
| Talkin' bout he paid me a G to come and play this show |
| I’m out the door |
| In the route to Manhattan |
| And my car is overheatin' on Canal |
| The hood is smokin' |
| Stuck in traffic |
| And ain’t no antifreeze so I use tap water |
| That should hold me till I see this promoter |
| And get my scratch from him |
| Hit the stage, grab the mic and get booed |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| I just took advice from the Dude |
| I just smiled, took a bow and took a pee in the crowd |
| Went to go get my show fee so I can be out |
| But the promoter done split |
| Ain’t that some shit |
| And I’m hungry for a tuna fish sand which with chips |
| And I’m diggin' through my pockets for some Subway clips |
| You need eight to get a freebie but I only got six |
| I got clowned by some bitch |
| «I heard you sick of bein' rich» |
| Say, «Hey bitch, let me borrow |
| Ha, I’ll pay you back tomorrow» |
| It’s ahhhh… |
| Yo man fuck it. |
| My car is in the shop |
| My hoes are lookin' chopped. |
| I don’t care though |