Текст песни
Everyday, worry bout' my future and my path
Everlasting dread on capital
Please don't cap my ass
Three years till eighteen
Seven years till unforgiven debt
Bet these government niggas gon' try to rob my checks
Nine to five daily
Go home, chill for two hours, sleep
Wake up, grab an expresso from the Sheetz, then repeat
Life of a real nigga gotta pay rent and eat
But what's it worth truly, I'm movin' round with clay feet
Years till this shit, so Bishi why you worry hard
Weary feelings, clock is spinnin', I ain't spoke to God in a minute
Time is running and I'm stuck in the quicksand
No land ahead of me, like shit man
I might as well give up
Get up nigga, stop cryin'
We'll figure it out
That's what I say whenever I get filled with self-doubt
I'm in my bed, ten years from now hope I remember what I said
Everyday, worry bout' my future and my path
Feelings everlast