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[Hook: Big K.R.I.T./Erykah Badu] I got no time to waste I got more bills to pay I got more mouths to feed now, now, now I got no time to play I got no need to stay When ain't no money around, round, round What's a king without a crown? (Time's a wasting) What's a car without some sound? (Don't you take your time, young man) [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.] Never been on that silly sucka shit Ride around pimped out, four doors With the wood grain dashboard and a rim that sits swoll And the embroidered headrest Yeah, that be dead fresh In your ear like headsets Sleepy eye, forever grind, no dead rest I can't depend on that next check cause it ain't vouched shit The type of broke that got me searching through my momma's couch Here's some loose change, got that dollar menu McDouble, small fry, lemonade and sweet tea blended Now here it is Monday, will that get me through till Wednesday? Will it kill them hunger pains, even tho it ain't fulfilling? SongtexteI make do with what God give me, and I take it day by day I would come around more often, but I can't stay, cause [Hook] [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] Try not to step on my toes, with yo swole, bankrolls you blowing thro' On stripper pole pros you barely know, make it rain If I was paid with no knowledge of two months late on my mortgage In the hood that ain't safe, I'd do the same thing But wishful thinking ain't shit without genius I can't define how I feel, that's why I'm searching for meaning No need to pinch me in my players' suite, I know when I'm dreaming My momma tell me 'be careful, ' cause she know when I'm scheming Lottery winners don't run in my family Nor do seven dots when dice are swang, so sense in me gambling We just crap out Maybe they would listen to me, if I pulled the strap out Like 'give me everything, or I'm a black out', cause [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania