Next Time

Yeah, alarm ringing early

It's 8 a.m., wake up, my vision blurry

I make it end, lay back down with no worries

Scroll through the net, could get up, get the money

I'll sleep for ten, oh, it's noon now

Bummy, but I still could be productive, that ain't ruled out

Grumpy with no breakfast in your tummy, I need food now

Whip my wrist, put pancakes on my plate

I brush my teeth then hit my room

Let's put some work in on this tape, okay

Write a word for the verse

Scroll a little

Writer's block, fuck the verse

Scroll a little, scroll a little, uh

Reminiscing on a high chair

Tryna figure why I'm here

Came up with no ideas

But I ranked up my My Player

Whole day gone by

Still got no rhymes

One less than twenty-five

Why I waste mine?

Missed my deadline

Did that three times

But I can't rewind

It's fine, I can always do it next time

Yeah, I'ma have to holla next time

(I'm so tired of being tired) Next time

(I'm so tired of being tired) Yeah

(So tired of being tired) I'ma have to holla next time

(I'm so tired)

I'm in a cycle and I fear that I won't break it

My biggest rival's in the mirror, I can't face him

I fall asleep and wake the dreams, but I can't chase ‘em

I found my passion, but my bills say find your payment

So I clocked in, locked in

Faced with no options

Job is toxic

Still fill my pockets

Thoughts lately

How it feel to be off daily

What if I paid me?

Think it's time to evolve maybe, but

I got these loans and if I quit then I can't pay ‘em

I graduated and my mama said I made it

So how I look reverting back to broke and chasing

Ay, fuck it, I'll accept the optics, I can't take this

So I woke up early, 7:30, quitting's on my dome

No, I can't make it wordy, show no mercy

Tell ‘em, then I'm gone

I practice on my way to work

The second that I see my boss, I'm off it

Walked right by his office, said, "Good morning"

I can always do it

Next time

Yeah, I'ma have to holla next time

(I'm so tired of being tired) Next time

(I'm so tired of being tired) Yeah

(So tired of being tired) I'ma have to holla next time

(So tired)

Outside looking in, I got it all figured out

A lil' Bentley for the whip, and plus a big ass house

Beyond the items, love my kids, and yep, I live for my spouse

I work for funds, I need the liquid, used to live in a drought

And I ain't going back

My kids never knowing that

Got it if they need it

I'll be damned if I hold them back

Holding back some tears as I wonder if I did it wrong

My son just called me, said he hates the fact I'm never home

It's all for him, so that means one day he gon' get it right

All this money, still a fuck up, I can't get it right

Gotta do better

My son's team made the championship

And less explicit, I just told him I ain't missing that shit

Fast forward to the day of

Boss talking paper

Problem, it requires I'll be flying towards the Lakers

Now let me call my baby, ‘cause I'll know he'll wonder why

But before I said hi, he said "It's fine, Dad, I know you're coming"

Next time

Yeah, I'ma have to holla next time

(You say you gon' do it next time, and then you say it again)

Next time

(You say you gon' do it next time, and then you say it again)

Yeah, I'ma have to holla next time

(You say you gon' do it next time, and then you say it again)

You say you gon' do it next time, and then you say it again

You say you gon' do it next time, and then you say it again

But how you gon' do it next time when you no longer exist?