Lyrics Overdue - Junior Flores

Tired of feeling comfortable
All comfort's done is come for growth
Numb that hunt and stunt ya goals
Time to confront what's under your nose
And wake up
Father time been racking them days up
Really got me a reason to stay up
But I act like I don't
I said wake up
Father time been racking them days up
Really got me a reason to stay up
But I act like I don't
I said wake up
Father time been racking them days up
Really got me a reason to stay up
But I act like I don't

I been dropping these groceries off at the front door of these mansions
Praying they turn to Santa Claus
Give me a cause to drive this shitty ass car off a canyon
Won't miss that shit at all I'm trynna cop a G wagon
And ion even like them shits but it buy me some status
Sorry pardon my manners
My folks a lot more humble than I
But I'm too young to not wanna fight
I'm swimming across the tide dragging me by my pride
Into the abyssses of the ocean
Just be grateful you still floatin
But don't stop to catch your breath
Life too fast to take a rest
It's all by design ain't it?
It's all a waste of time ain't it?
You damn right that suit and tie make you and I a lot less dangerous

How are you not fuckin tired of feeling comfortable
All comfort's done is come for growth
Numb that hunt and stunt ya goals
Time to confront what's under your nose
And wake up
Father time been racking them days up
Really got me a reason to stay up
But I act like I don't
I said wake up
Father time been racking them days up
Really got me a reason to stay up
But I act like I don't
I said wake up
Father time been racking them days up
Really got me a reason to stay up
But I act like I don't

So fuck anybody that told you it's too late to really know you
It's not promoted to find what makes our heart race
Cuz we both know you never dreamed of working at fuckin allstate
I know that's what we all say
Til the baby comes and the bills late
Ain't saved you nothin except what's on that paper plate
And they charge you a rack to hold your seed
Now let's bow our heads to amazing grace
Hand on ya chest ain't we the best
All them dreams go and lay em to rest
Trade em in for the sole goal of making some bread
huh

How are you not fuckin tired of feeling comfortable
All comfort's done is come for growth
Numb that hunt and stunt ya goals
Time to confront what's under your nose
And wake up
Father time been racking them days up
Really got me a reason to stay up
But I act like I don't
I said wake up