| Yo, outside her Brooklyn apartment
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| She got a new crew now and I ain’t part of it
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| Tattoo on her wrists, so the scars are hid
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| And I ain’t trying to lose you like an argument
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| Fuck beef and everybody who started it
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| Walk in to the bar and they card the kid
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| Good, cause I’m twenty-five, but I only look twenty
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| I’m trying to survive in this world that we live in
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| There’s truth and there’s lies and not every decision you choose can rewind
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| You might blink in a moment and this shit be over
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| I’m fucking it up if I’m living inside
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| Wasting my time on the internet
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| This job never ends, nowadays
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| It’s the only way we earning respect
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| It’s hard to leave when we’re earning a check
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| Working them late nights, every night
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| Motivation, super high
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| Double shift it, over drive
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| Make that money, multiply
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| Oh lord not this, walking home I wanna quit
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| But I stick around for the benefits
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| Clocking in that overtime, clocking in that overtime
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| Clocking in that overtime, clocking in that overtime
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| And I’m getting paid for it, paid for it, overtime
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| I’m pushing back when push comes to shove
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| Deep down, wondering why they ain’t pushing us
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| I got friends with deals, I got friends who front
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| But just keep it real, cause who gives a fuck
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| If I was Pusha T, I might push a brick
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| Working 24/7 just to push my shit
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| Cause if I slip, there’ll be twenty other rappers, quick
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| Trying to fit in my shoes, but my feet just too big
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| I can’t relax, I can’t even sit back
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| With my girl on my bed, got my face to my Mac
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| And I know she act disappointed in that
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| But how the fuck we gonna blow off a rap
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| So I stay grounded, never catch an ego
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| As far as we go, it’s good, just believe, yo
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| Love all my fans, without you, where would I be though?
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| Where would I be though?
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| Could it be so easy, well don’t believe me
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| Cause you know good things take time
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| And please don’t leave me, cause I need you with me
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| And there ain’t no shortcuts left in this life
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| And the great things take love, love
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| And the great things take love, love
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| And the great things take love, love
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| And the great things take love, love, love
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| Are you putting in work? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Overtime , by - Hoodie Allen. Song from the album People Keep Talking, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп