Running Out Of Time
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Seven days a week the man got me on the grind now
Doing over-time and got no time to rhyme now
Don't believe in myself no more; I'm popping the cap again
Stopped but I'm back again
Thought I coulda been someone, I don't see that happening
Feeling crap again, now
Man I'm running out of time
Yeah I'm running out of time
Oh man another day of this crap
Every day of the week we go wake up in pitch black
That's why I need to get lifted like I was Chris Jack
Running this race for the cheese like a whipped rat
All for minimum wage man if that
I gotta lick crack, shift bricks and lift stacks
While some rich chap sips Chris and sits back
I'm getting bitch slapped, push round and spit at
Like they're the big mac, and I'm the tic tac
But
Even though I know my prison isn't gift wrapped
There ain't no way that you can distract this cat
You see I eat breathe and shit rap
Even my heart beats budum, budum, tssk clap
So
When I'm feeling kind of dark like Hitchcock,
Dark kinda like the dress code at SlipKnot
I stay alive on my love of hip
But still, sometimes, I'm like
What if not?
Seven days a week the man got me on the grind now
Doing over-time and got no time to rhyme now
Don't believe in myself no more; I'm popping the cap again
Stopped but I'm back again
Thought I coulda been someone, I don't see that happening
Feeling crap again, now
Man I'm running out of time
Yeah I'm running out of time
Nah forget man there's no hope I quit I'm so broke
Id sooner win the Americas Cup with a row boat
Than go gold with a song that I co-wrote
Its hard to say, but its, my own, fault
I listen to old folk with my problems so, nope
Only way they are is, gulp, gulp, gulp
I drink a whole load, of bean with no coke
Tequila with no soap, guarantee I wont choke
But still I cant hold a job like I hold notes
Or control my life and be a grown bloke
I thought maybe I'll escape if I sold dope
But that don't work, unless you don't smoke
And now I'm sitting here pissed, feeling ripped off
Had a chance to blow and missed lift off
Now I wont ever be a big shot
Sorta sleepy tho
Fuck along bro get lost
Seven days a week the man got me on the grind now
Doing over-time and got no time to rhyme now
Don't believe in myself no more; I'm popping the cap again
Stopped but I'm back again
Thought I coulda been someone, I don't see that happening
Feeling crap again, now
Man I'm running out of time
Yeah I'm running out of time