[Verse 1]
Drink's cold
Need excitement when I'm bored
My excuse's that we growing old
You wanna dive in that broad
'fore you told her water broke
Wedding rings get 'em on lock
Girl,if you look into my eyes
You opened up the blinds
So please don't act surprised
I'm tryna see brighter skies
Most live to die
Was told the limit is the sky
Grind pays
Eliminate these delays
Couple calls on my voice mail
Girl I ain't got time
Its time to get these
Copies on the shelf
You still my better half
This is it
Most grind hard
For this sh*t
I was made for this sh*t
Everything but basic
All but inferior
I'm behind this mic though
I'm facing a mirror
Crack a bottle to that n*gga
We finally here
[Hook]
Meet and greet,wine and dine
Girl you know you wine fine
I'm tryna make time
Money can't buy time
Too much time,no money
Caught in-between the two
Try make you the only one
Tonight make yourself at home
We'll be friends today
Tomorrow act like strangers
I don't keep digits
In this digital world
I'm worried 'bout figures
So (tell me that you down) x4
[Verse 2]
I don't smoke work
N*ggas get employed for that work
We get a 9-to-5
To make our dreams come alive
I don't sniff coke
Nosebleeds mean lifespan shortages
Life favors black bank cards
She's a sucker for pearls
I'm a sucker for broads
Enticed and under the influence is better
My generation
Love's outweighed by temptation
Just some dumb infatuation
Wish 'I love you' had a translator
Cause we've become nothing
And "nothing lasts forever"
Took my heart and went
Left me with a setback
Find a replacement
Take down a refreshment
This girl not dressed decent
Promised me a great night
We continue to sin
We won't see the promised land
[Bridge]
You said you ain't 'bout this life
You forgot yourself tonight
You forgot your Mr. Right
(damn, you heard me say)
You said you ain't 'bout this life
You forgot yourself tonight
You forgot your Mr. Right
(damn,lets get it then)
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Find pleasure in the bottle
I'm no slave to the bottle
I'm from Chantelle
'City of Flowers'
Call that sh*t Seattle
Glad I'm no victim to the needle
But nothing makes my blood boil
Than to see the whack prevail
Psychedelic thoughts
Painting lyrical pictures
Need my thoughts doing laps
Need that mental flash
Before I dash home
Put that on the microphone
Didn't take one day to build Rome
In time we'll be celebrating find inspiration
From my action
Can't fabricate my life
Need something for the strife
Too much stress for one life
Make me feel alright
Physical activities for my emotions
Had a bad week
Situation turned bleak
Let me take another hit
Ironic,how you only change
Once you stop making change
Tomorrow comes too late
Might be late to change my fate
'fore I meet my grave