On the Grind (feat. Chords)

When I'm on the grind Somebody's always tapping on my shoulder and I'm trying To get a piece/peace of mine/mind but I just can't find the time My baby's always calling me crying on the line Won't you please come home to me (Noun) Sometimes I wonder how this rapping thing would look like Without a hundred other crappy things that took my Attention and time away from this rhyme I'm trying to say Trying to conquer the world but ain't got time today I'm on the grind today - until when? - I don't know Striving for pursuing my goals but moving kinda slow Gotta find the dough - gotta pay the rent On the grind for sure - got a lady friend Saying that she loves me and asking later when The album drop and the video shot yo maybe then Could we find a little time to chill and play again? And not fall asleep after sex but hit the hay again? But working later than Letterman's the state I'm in I'm married to this music making but I hate it when I have to end up wondering where my baby went But for now don't tap my shoulder - play that break again (Hook) (Chords) Nah pretty pretty please - I roam the city streets Little bit of sticky green clears up my mind when I'm in between A rock and a hard place - they got me speeding like a Cop in car chase don't stop and I don't break See time flies so I'm living it up I always check my stop watch and I divvy it up Between the ladies and the studio I hardly see my family I'm playing and I'm doing shows caught up in it gradually I miss my mother miss my sisters and brothers But I gotta keep working can't listen to others And I'm caught up right now but I'll visit this summer And when the album drops I'll blow y'all a kiss on the cover But for now I'm chilling right here music filling my ears Been through it and you