Sorry I never have the time
To allocate to the attention you desire
I know you hella fine, but a dime don't pay the bills baby
And the grind been getting real lately
I can't wait
Promises I can't make
It's all or nothing and I learned that from my mama hustling
Cuz in the end you either win or you lose
And I ain't doing one of the two
They keep on asking where my head at
Cuz if I stopped messing round, I'd prolly be where the best at
A classic away from legend, no less than
Seattles weapon, b ut what good is it if I'm half stepping?
I see they rap, but they lack essence
Blaxican blessed with the knowledge to know I'm rooted
Deep as a willow moving to songs of a cotton picker
Healing his shoulder blades, no bandage, the cotton's sticking
In front of a broken mirror, repeating, "I'm not a n***a!"
Deeper than further south where they mixed us and changed the name
A thousand years later, ain't it funny? Remain the same
But why ain't we change it back? No records to reconcile
Stuck with an empty name that reminds us of every child that died for us
Grandmother's that stayed alive for us
Grandfather's pride that he pushed to the side for us
But they expect us just to leave it even
But we ain't even as loved as the Twin Towers, Rest In Power
Now feel the switch up
Michelin man here to dish up
No heimlich or hiccup
When I'm rhyming, I get up
To the penthouse suite, then take it up, we on the roof now
I'd be surprised if a feature was under two thou
I hear em say, "P as soon as you out, lets throw a luau!
Cuz everything is matching the moment, big is important!
Everything is matching the moment, big is erra-erra
Everything is matching the moment, big is important!"
Sorry I never have the time
To allocate to the attention you desire
I know you hella fine, but a dime don't pay the bills baby
And the grind been getting real lately
I can't wait
Promises I can't make
It's all or nothing and I learned that from my mama hustling
Cuz in the end you either win or you lose
And I ain't doing one of the two
PSMIITH - All or Nothing Lyrics
PSMIITH - All or Nothing Lyrics
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Sorry I never have the time
To allocate to the attention you desire
I know you hella fine, but a dime don't pay the bills baby
And the grind been getting real lately
I can't wait
Promises I can't make
It's all or nothing and I learned that from my mama hustling
Cuz in the end you either win or you lose
And I ain't doing one of the two
They keep on asking where my head at
Cuz if I stopped messing round, I'd prolly be where the best at
A classic away from legend, no less than
Seattles weapon, b ut what good is it if I'm half stepping?
I see they rap, but they lack essence
Blaxican blessed with the knowledge to know I'm rooted
Deep as a willow moving to songs of a cotton picker
Healing his shoulder blades, no bandage, the cotton's sticking
In front of a broken mirror, repeating, "I'm not a n***a!"
Deeper than further south where they mixed us and changed the name
A thousand years later, ain't it funny? Remain the same
But why ain't we change it back? No records to reconcile
Stuck with an empty name that reminds us of every child that died for us
Grandmother's that stayed alive for us
Grandfather's pride that he pushed to the side for us
But they expect us just to leave it even
But we ain't even as loved as the Twin Towers, Rest In Power
Now feel the switch up
Michelin man here to dish up
No heimlich or hiccup
When I'm rhyming, I get up
To the penthouse suite, then take it up, we on the roof now
I'd be surprised if a feature was under two thou
I hear em say, "P as soon as you out, lets throw a luau!
Cuz everything is matching the moment, big is important!
Everything is matching the moment, big is erra-erra
Everything is matching the moment, big is important!"
Sorry I never have the time
To allocate to the attention you desire
I know you hella fine, but a dime don't pay the bills baby
And the grind been getting real lately
I can't wait
Promises I can't make
It's all or nothing and I learned that from my mama hustling
Cuz in the end you either win or you lose
And I ain't doing one of the two
To allocate to the attention you desire
I know you hella fine, but a dime don't pay the bills baby
And the grind been getting real lately
I can't wait
Promises I can't make
It's all or nothing and I learned that from my mama hustling
Cuz in the end you either win or you lose
And I ain't doing one of the two
They keep on asking where my head at
Cuz if I stopped messing round, I'd prolly be where the best at
A classic away from legend, no less than
Seattles weapon, b ut what good is it if I'm half stepping?
I see they rap, but they lack essence
Blaxican blessed with the knowledge to know I'm rooted
Deep as a willow moving to songs of a cotton picker
Healing his shoulder blades, no bandage, the cotton's sticking
In front of a broken mirror, repeating, "I'm not a n***a!"
Deeper than further south where they mixed us and changed the name
A thousand years later, ain't it funny? Remain the same
But why ain't we change it back? No records to reconcile
Stuck with an empty name that reminds us of every child that died for us
Grandmother's that stayed alive for us
Grandfather's pride that he pushed to the side for us
But they expect us just to leave it even
But we ain't even as loved as the Twin Towers, Rest In Power
Now feel the switch up
Michelin man here to dish up
No heimlich or hiccup
When I'm rhyming, I get up
To the penthouse suite, then take it up, we on the roof now
I'd be surprised if a feature was under two thou
I hear em say, "P as soon as you out, lets throw a luau!
Cuz everything is matching the moment, big is important!
Everything is matching the moment, big is erra-erra
Everything is matching the moment, big is important!"
Sorry I never have the time
To allocate to the attention you desire
I know you hella fine, but a dime don't pay the bills baby
And the grind been getting real lately
I can't wait
Promises I can't make
It's all or nothing and I learned that from my mama hustling
Cuz in the end you either win or you lose
And I ain't doing one of the two
Writer: Patrick Smith
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