Letras
Hey yo
Feels like I'm always out of time
One step forward, two steps behind
Slow motion
Bills keep piling up high
Look at the sky
That money falling in slow motion
Living an uphill climb
Day to day on the grind
Losing my mind
I'm tripping in slow motion
Mirror mirror on the wall
You never told me that living was hard
Blinded by freedom I left on my guard
Playback
Wish I knew then that my pride would leave scars
Take back
Had a plan in my head, mainstream
Paid no mind what they said, daydream
Leaving the books in the gutter
They clutter my time but now time is my frenemy
Sometimes forgiving and heavenly
Disguised in pleasantries
But then it's cruel and malicious
Yes, time is fictitious
Keeps taunting me mentally
Now it's on, gotta pay the gas
Gotta get the kids, gotta cut the grass
Gotta get to work, boss is a jerk
But I gotta smile and wave, behave
Even though I wanna slap him in the face
And tear up the place
Pennies to the dollar, blue collar
Tick tick tickety tic toc
Slave to the clock
Slow motion
Bills keep piling up high
Look at the sky
That money falling in slow motion
Living an uphill climb
Day to day on the grind
Losing my mind
I'm tripping in slow motion
I can never ever slow down
Life flying fast, slow down
Ease up on em God, slow down
But I can never, ever, ever
Money coming in slow mo
But slow dough's always better than no dough
I suppose so, want it so bad that's a no go
Want the good life, not the so-so
So what if I don't know how
I'ma figure it out
Two commas, yeah figure it out
A millionaire in my bank account
Even though I just overdraft it
It ain't over, stop overreacting
Overthinking and never acting
Acting like you don't know the script
Bill collectors don't seem to quit
So how could I?
187 My 9 to 5
I'ma daydream until the day I die
Slow motion
Bills keep piling up high
Look at the sky
That money falling in slow motion
Living an uphill climb
Day to day on the grind
Losing my mind
I'm tripping in slow motion
Mirror mirror on the wall
You never told me that living was hard
Blinded by freedom I left on my guard
Playback
Wish I knew then that my pride would leave scars
Take back
Slow motion
Tick tick tickety tic toc
Slave to the clock
Time's running out, gotta run it up
Slow motion
Tick tick tickety tic toc
Slave to the clock
Time's running out, gotta run it up
Slow motion