A List of Withouts

[Verse 1: Oddisee]

One time for setbacks

One time for progress

Have hatred for the matrix or fall in love with the process

Not enough sleeping

Way too many prospects

Always feeling fatigue but I have yet to need alarm set

I'm just bout the realest of things

Ain't that the logic?

Lie awake with a dream and then fall asleep with a concept

I hear a lot of chatter about hustling on the daily

But when did the discussion come pay me? Never

This the man that's behind the words that do whatever it takes

I'm not too proud to eat the scrapings off plates

Turn your nose up

You're missing out

What this about

Having holdups?

Well you can eat the chips on your shoulder

Know what

That ain't something that you can learn

But on the way you could earn

Rode through the fixes and the clenches

Never make a U-Turn

And if you do

You ain't ready for what anything cost

Youngin' you soft

Run along with your loss and step off

[Hook: Oddisee]

You ain't got the skills for this

Nah, you ain't got the build for this

Nah, you ain't got the real for this

You ain't got the chill for this

Nah, you ain't got the smarts for this

Nah, you ain't got the art for this

You ain't got the ear for this

Nah, you ain't got the tears for this

Nah, you ain't got the feel for this

You ain't got the years for this

Nah, you ain't got the heart for this

Nah, you ain't got the heart for this

Turn it up

[Verse 2: Oddisee]

When do I not have a lot on my mind

Contemplating what to do with my time

I'm pursuing a grind that runs faster than my passion and I'm

Tryna match it with the habit to shine

Money coming and going

Predict the pattern what I'm tryna define

Already knowing is a tragic decline

Before the show end

Show up with a "I know what" instead of "why"

The answer ain't in the sky don't expect a reply

I'm just expecting decline

I'm scared to death that

This the best I'ma get before God come and collect his breath back

[Arabic?]

So I don't sweat that

I got a lot of blessings at stake

And I would hate to take them all in the vein

Like I was shooting up base

I'm in the trap you might know it as states

A Murryland boy who wants the world to rejoice at my recording of tapes

Y'all don't hear me why

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Oddisee]

My mother worked the register all the way through her pregnancy

Less than a week from getting me she was working to better me

Pop's selling coke out on Lanny Park in the 70's

He hustled for the struggle to stop the troubles ahead of me

That's when he had a diner off of New Hampshire Ave

Didn't last, Reaganomics set the market to crash

When I'm back home I always make a point to go past

To see the spot as a reminder of how good could go bad

This the world that I inherited

Furthered it through the murderous weekend meager the nervousness

Look at me I'm impervious

Take your best shot and make sure that I'm done

Cause if I'm not I'll come back to take the life from your lung

I fight The Good Fight

The merits of my actions is slow

Overnight: Nothing worth it would grow

This I learned from the modest of folks

Fake artists with your targets' to blow

Y'all implode

We ain't guarding your soul

Yeah

[Hook]