Next Time

Yeah, alarm ringing early

It’s 8 am wake my vision blurry

I make it end

Lay back down with no worries

Scroll through the net

Could get up get the money

I’ll sleep for ten

Oh it’s noon now

Bummy but I still could be productive

That ain’t ruled

Grumpy with no breakfast in your tummy

I need food now

Whip my wrist put pancakes on my plate

I brush my teeth then hit my room

Let’s put some work in on this tape

Okay

Write a word for the verse

Scroll a little

Writer’s block **** the verse

Scroll a little scroll a little uh

Reminiscing on a high chair

Tryna figure why I’m here

Came up with no ideas

But I ranked up my My Player

Whole day gone by

Still got no rhymes

One less than 25

Why I waste mine

Missed my deadline

Did that 3 times

But I can’t rewind

It’s fine I can always do it next time

I’ma have to holla next time

Next time

I’ma have to holla next time

I’m in a cycle and I fear that I won’t break it

My biggest rival’s in the mirror I can’t face him

I fall asleep and wake the dreams but I can’t chase ‘em

I found my passion but my bills say find your payment

So I clocked in locked in

Faced with no options

Job is toxic

Still fill my pockets

Thoughts lately

How It feel to be off daily

What if I paid me

Think it’s time to evolve maybe

But

I got these loans and if I quit then I can’t pay ‘em

I graduated and my mama said I made it

So how I look reverting back to broke and chasing

Ay **** it I’ll accept the optics I can’t take this

So I woke up early 7:30 quitting on my dome

Know I can’t make it wordy

Show no mercy

Tell ‘em then I’m gone

I practice on my way to work

The second that I see my boss

I’m off it walked right by his office said “Good morning”

I can always do it next time

I’ma have to holla next time

Next time

I’ma have to holla next time

Outside looking in I got it all figured out

A lil Bently for the whip and plus a big ass house

Beyond the items

Love my kids and yup I live for my spouse

I work for funds I need the liquid used to live in a drought

And I ain’t going back

My kids never knowing that

Got it if they need it

I’ll be damned if I hold them back

Holding back some tears as I wonder if I did it wrong

My son just called he says he hates the fact I’m never home

It’s all for him so that mean one day he gon get it right

All this money still a **** up I can’t get it right

Gotta do better

My son’s team made the championship

And less explicit I just told him I ain’t missing that shit

Fast forward to the day of

Boss talking paper

Problem it requires I’ll be flying towards the Lakers

Now let me call my baby ‘cause I’ll know he’ll wonder why

But before I said “Hi” he said “it’s fine dad I know you’re coming next time”

You say you gon do it next time and then you say it again

You say you gon do it next time and then you say it again

You say you gon do it next time and then you say it again

But how you gon do it next time when you no longer exist