Lyrics Excuses - PackFM

Excuses

What’s the use in the truth
If you can’t tell a lie sometime?
What’s the use in the truth
If you can’t tell a lie?
Damn, I overslept again?
Gotta get this clock rewired
Third time this week and I’m guaranteed to be fired
My boss thinks I’m a liar
All my excuses expired
But the stories I come up with
He got to admire
The bus caught a flat tire?
That’s for rookies and dingbats
I convinced him daylight savings was fall forward and sprang back
Maybe I could make him think that—
I had a dream that I was at work already
Nahhh, he’d never believe that
Man, I’m always ahead of my time
You callin my mom a liar?
Wait
Look at the time
Let me tell you what transpired
To the office, I’m on my way again
Early as usual
Got abducted by aliens
With some girl that was beautiful
I screamed ‘Don't make me late for work
They sayin' I got to stay
For a long enough period for me a shorty to copulate
C’mon, what would you do?
Of course you’d hit it fam
But now I’m three hours late
Cause, I ain’t no minute man
Why are you late again?
Let me explain
Do you think this is a joke?
Nah, I can explain
I should fire you right now
No, check it out, let me explain!
Excuses, excuses, excuses
Every day it’s something new
Yo, let me explain
You must not like your job
Nah, let me explain
I’m not gonna warn you anymore
Yo, check it out, I can explain!
Excuses, excuses, excuses
My bad love (here we go)
I got hit by the 7 bus (Uh-huh)
Plus I got stuck behind eleven trucks (Ooh)
Oh, I said those before (Yep!)
Well, really it’s Pack’s fault
Had to hit the hospital
We cracked his head on the asphalt
Be easy girl (Whatever)
You don’t need to smack a star
There’s plenty of ways to be in traffic when you don’t even have a car
C’mon, stop actin' sour
I brought you some flowers
I won’t be late again
At least not — more than 2 hours
Holla
Baby, I know I’m late
But check it out, I can explain
I had to rescue a baby from under a train
He needed surgery, I had to operate on his brain
Then I went and got your umbrella, I thought it would rain
I know it’s insane, you probably think I’m makin' this up
But I got the number of the lady who was drivin' the bus
(Was it a bus or a train? Pack you lied to me! How dare you?!)
Oh, I’m sorry baby, but, um, hey!
Is that a new hairdo?
Yo, give me a lift to the airport
I got somewhere to be right now
Hey man, can you help me move?
I got somewhere to be right now
But this is your baby!
I got somewhere to be right now
Excuses, excuses, excuses
Yo, let’s go hit up the show
I got somewhere to be right now
Would you like to take a survey?
I got somewhere to be right now
Yo man, you got my dough?
I got somewhere to be right now
Excuses, excuses, excuses
Damn Ike, you late again?
I shoulda known not to trust ya
For someone ahead of their time
You be late like a mothafucka!
I know you ain’t talk
He always leave me waitin' for minutes
What can I say fam?
I need a motivation to spit this
Yeah that’s funny, yo
I get it
But whatever the case
A second later, Words and Mecca woulda been takin' your place
I got 8 bars ready!
Son, I was comin' with the chorus
Wait — Mecca raps?
Words knows what a metaphor is?
Pack, you wylin' out
Hold tight, be there in a second
Don’t dead me cause you scared I’ll outshine you on your record
All I’m sayin is do you kid
But be swift with your movement
How you gonna outshine me, cause
Usin' celly with excuses
Whatever man, I’m here now
Be up in a sec
Shit my notebook’s in the cab, man
And that nigga just left
Hold up, let me get this straight
You hours and seconds late
Beggin me not to be replaced
Now you all up in my face
Sayin your rap sheet is in the backseat — of a taxi?
But when the check is late, you won’t hesitate to ask me
I told you bout this last week, your excuses are useless
At least have the decency to tell me what the truth is!
All the time in the booth is just costin' me dough
That’s no excuse Pack, cause we tapin' at Tone’s
You know I’m your ace in the hole
When it comes to blazin' a poem
I’ll rip it straight from the dome
So get prepared to drop the heat
Damn I wish I got some sleep
Tone, you ready to rock this beat?
Nah we can’t
Why Tone?
Cause Pack forgot the beat
Yo man — you forgot it
Whatchu lookin' at me for?
Shit.
Your momma, nigga
Yo, what took you so long?
What had happened was
You can’t call nobody?
See, what had happened was
Fuck it, I’m takin' you off this track
What had happened was
Excuses, excuses, excuses
Dog, how could you forget the beat?
Nah, see what had happened was
Man, you do this every time
What had happened was
That’s it, you’re dropped from QN5
No, no!
What had happened was
What’s the use in the truth
If you can’t tell a lie sometime?
What’s the use in the truth
If you can’t tell a lie?