Lyrics

What's up bro You off work yet I just got off at 7:30pm I think I saved up enough tips for that Drvke beat too Alright, bet What time you trying to record I can come through right now Filling up the tank with gas Saving change all day Working all week Tryna free up cash Working overtime for the tips in the glass Make sure you keep control Weekend is almost here Then you can just let go You try to run put them bills on hold Work late night Hoping no one knows Oh When the lights go off Man, its so cold This candle flame is the only heat Checking bank statements Week by week No money to the name It'd be so easy With a little touch of fame I gotta hold my head up high No living with any kind of shame Ego rest aside I'm feeling through my pains Crashing on roommates floors I just want my own keys to the doors Even the scores just a little bit Hammy downs big but I got to make them fit Gotta a few friends that I'm coming with So many options but none to choose Fishing poles out I've cast a few But these fish ain't biting Everyday I'm up here fighting Like, what's right or wrong Drift a away and write that song Feel the spirit through you Capture them with every lyric This is where you belong You got five on it just to make the spliff Cruise with control like I'm in the whip Lately I've been filling up Filling up the tank with gas Saving change all day Working all week Tryna free up cash Working overtime for the tips in the glass Make sure you keep control Weekend is almost here Then you can just let go You try to run put them bills on hold Work late night hoping no one knows Oh Hoping that nobody knows Hoping that none of it shows Hoping all of it blows over Ima still stand ten toes down like a soldier Hoping that dream and ride in a rover I am not buying those dreams that they sold ya I ain't got time to depend on a promoter I did it myself and I said fuck the quota Kept my composure No need for exposure And if it's a problem then I will expose ya I came from the bottom I ain't need a Chauffeur My foot on the throttle I'm not pulling over Over Filling up the tank with gas Saving change all day Working all week Tryna free up cash Working overtime for the tips in the glass Make sure you keep control Weekend is almost here Then you can just let go You try to run put them bills on hold Work late night in a mask hoping no one knows
Writer(s): Colt Liles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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