Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Overtime, artist - Hoodie Allen. Album song People Keep Talking, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Overtime |
| Yo, outside her Brooklyn apartment |
| She got a new crew now and I ain’t part of it |
| Tattoo on her wrists, so the scars are hid |
| And I ain’t trying to lose you like an argument |
| Fuck beef and everybody who started it |
| Walk in to the bar and they card the kid |
| Good, cause I’m twenty-five, but I only look twenty |
| I’m trying to survive in this world that we live in |
| There’s truth and there’s lies and not every decision you choose can rewind |
| You might blink in a moment and this shit be over |
| I’m fucking it up if I’m living inside |
| Wasting my time on the internet |
| This job never ends, nowadays |
| It’s the only way we earning respect |
| It’s hard to leave when we’re earning a check |
| Working them late nights, every night |
| Motivation, super high |
| Double shift it, over drive |
| Make that money, multiply |
| Oh lord not this, walking home I wanna quit |
| But I stick around for the benefits |
| Clocking in that overtime, clocking in that overtime |
| Clocking in that overtime, clocking in that overtime |
| And I’m getting paid for it, paid for it, overtime |
| I’m pushing back when push comes to shove |
| Deep down, wondering why they ain’t pushing us |
| I got friends with deals, I got friends who front |
| But just keep it real, cause who gives a fuck |
| If I was Pusha T, I might push a brick |
| Working 24/7 just to push my shit |
| Cause if I slip, there’ll be twenty other rappers, quick |
| Trying to fit in my shoes, but my feet just too big |
| I can’t relax, I can’t even sit back |
| With my girl on my bed, got my face to my Mac |
| And I know she act disappointed in that |
| But how the fuck we gonna blow off a rap |
| So I stay grounded, never catch an ego |
| As far as we go, it’s good, just believe, yo |
| Love all my fans, without you, where would I be though? |
| Where would I be though? |
| Could it be so easy, well don’t believe me |
| Cause you know good things take time |
| And please don’t leave me, cause I need you with me |
| And there ain’t no shortcuts left in this life |
| And the great things take love, love |
| And the great things take love, love |
| And the great things take love, love |
| And the great things take love, love, love |
| Are you putting in work? |