More Time

Somebody need to turn up her mic for this one

I like that singing mama

Yeah, now he's a youngin tryna make it in a world of disappointment

He just got anointed now he gotta to be pointed to the right direction with presence of his Lord and Savior

Cause what was present was his no good behavior

A self-made fake cheating them students stealing pay cuts

His dream told vague too, he’d never really say much

And when he see his mans drive the ‘Maro to school acting a fool

Man he transforms into a hater

His daddy works the hardest but he's constantly profiled

He got some PTO but his boss is like “Whoa now”

Camaro in the cut? His mans selling that dope now

Adding to the coke replacing boxes of soap

He’s got a lot to be told to his pops but he said go now son

Gotta run, cause money’s hard as they come

He’s having dreams of eating steak and popping up in New York Times but for now he’s eating bags of them pork rinds

The youngin’ needs some more time

It’ll all be over (yeah, yeah, I said the youngin’ needs some more time)

It’ll all be over (he done went up to his mama and said)

And we won’t have to cry no more (tryna bring home a bag of that bread)

And we won’t have to cry no more

Yeah, listen

He’s got a crush that just got her license

Searching for someone enticing

Daddy bought her a brand new whip with some high pricing

She said I gotta go, took the keys then drove

Then she stopped right by the park, jaw dropped

She noticed the youngin’ and started bumping to bars he spitting and started humming

Fixing to park the car, now she running

Boldly as he walks, she said “hold up, I’m coming

You talented as ever and these the streets you running?

Damn that’s wild man, my dad told me about you

I’m not supposed to be talking to you but I’m doubtful

Been looking for a man that I could bring to my house too

Oop, I’m sorry I said a mouthful

But I’m single and cursed in real times where purses and real diamonds nurse what comes first in my mind

Which one’s worst, the jerks that treat flirts as mines planted with hurt

Or bursts of joy from man birthed from hard work

I’m disturbed man”

It’ll all be over (he said “You just need more time to heal, you deserve better”)

It’ll all be over (“yeah, and I concur with you baby”)

And we won’t have to cry no more (more time baby, some more time)

And we won’t have to cry no more

You can tell she’s tryna change her life because she had the perks of having selections, she needed to be tested

But now she’s open for suggestions to be corrected

He said “I respect your honesty, your modesty is refreshing

So tell me more let’s build a connection”

She read his notebook, and damn it’s hopeful

And damn it’s soulful, like damn he’s so good

And he’s just a local that did what the Locs do

But he brought the Locs peace, see that’s what hope do

She told him that she building up a brand

She looking for creatives telling stories only God’ll understand

So he starts telling her he was hustling for tokens

Ran to his church woken and sweating, his fan’s broken

And now he can do what he want, he chose to grind

By writing all this wealth in his book, and that’s to find

The great good within his hood in no time

He’ll bring his hood together and mo’ to bind

But the youngin’ just needs some more time

It’ll all be over (he said “Please Lord, I’m just asking for some more time”)

It’ll all be over (yeah, so I can feed my family)

And we won’t have to cry no more (1 2, 1 2, make yourself some time, make your dreams come true)

And we won’t have to cry no more (that’s right)

Oh yeah I need somebody to help me out with that one

I said wha’, wha-wha-wha’ 1 2, 1 2,

Make yourself some time, make your dreams come true

Wha’, wha-wha-wha’ 1 2, 1 2,

Make yourself some time make your dreams come true

I said wha’, wha-wha-wha’ 1 2, 1 2

Get some more time, make your dreams come true

Wha’, wha-wha-wha’ 1 2, 1 2

Get some more time, make your dreams come true (x2)