Текст песни No Time For Breakfast - Fiji OOZ

Look at the time, I better leave
Get my shoes on, grab what I need
Bed not made, I'm on a fleet
Worried bout my hair, gotta be neat

Cannot fix this mess so I throw a beanie on
I'm a little hungry so I get my meanie on
Its a little hectic so don't mean to be rude
Stomach talking shit, it need a little food

Face still look good, you can hang in the louvre
Just as long as they know, the face is a Fiji OOZ
I'm so gone as it goes, I'm so easy to lose
Gone like a ghost, reach me on the ouija too

And I bet that went right over they head
Don't keep me posted but this is homestead
Got a few choices but can't keep me fed
Given it a thought so please give me cred

Oh, whatcha know, woulda look at the time
Outta cereal and ain't no milk to find
Guess I'll eat later and no I don't mind
It's not life or death, yes I'll be fine

Let minutes pass as I stare out the window
Don't know what to wear, I'm stuck in a limbo
How this look? Wait! Why the fuck I'm ask for
Everything I own, on the bedroom floor

You ain't seeing me like you got cataracts
Ain't scripting me, I don't know how to act
Just all up in my mind but is living rent free
Imma have to evict you, won't do it gently

Imma be late if I don't go eventually
Time that I take is so unintentionally
Running outta time, I just feel so restless
There ain't no time, no time for breakfast

Doing what I need, just thinking of me
Not conceited, just thinking realistically
Know I gotta move a little more statistically
Playing on my time, thats a liability

Too busy checking off my daily checklist
Fuck is my keys? And my favorite necklace?
Just a skinny boy but they say I'm anorexic
No time for breakfast, no time for breakfast

Feeling outta it so I look a little bummy
I'm in a rush, hear the sound of my tummy
Boutta miss my bus, how it got me running
The audience gasps, cus ain't nothing funny

The audience claps cus nothin' stoppin me
It's in my future to own a bunch of properties
Get up out the ghetto just to live more properly
Get up in the game and collect monopoly

Ain't no doubt I must fulfill a prophecy
Consider democracy, if it ain't mockery
Tryna up my salary, low income is atrocity
Its just how I feel, its just my philosophy

When I make it there, imma make it clear
Imma get a dollar for every night I shed a tear
Imma let em know they can make it anywhere
No more poverty we moving to Bel-air

I'm gonna get just what I deserve
Cus what I observed ain't what I prefer
And what I prefer is what is endured
Through this course called life, I have matured

And no, ain't nan y'all gon' parent me
Tryna tell me shit but you need therapy
Can't deplete my health and prosperity
Can't interpret my mind, incoherently

One day they'll understand all my lingos
Love all my jingles, purchase my singles
Sound of my voice just gives em a tingle
A cutie and I'm hot, that ain't on shingles

Do it on my own, I do this shit solo
Get it on the low low but no homo
This ain't no limbo but I go so low
Be on the look out, that is on bolo

Too busy checking off my daily checklist
Fuck is my keys? And my favorite necklace?
Just a skinny boy but they say I'm anorexic
No time for breakfast, no time for breakfast

No time for breakfast I just wait till lunch
Wherever I'm needed, I'll be out in front
Niggas will get treated, I'll just be affront
Sticking to my word yea, you know I never front

I don't search, I find, I'm never onna hunt
A male prima donna, I get what I want
Resting bitch face, I be so nonchalant
Got good taste, take you to a restaurant

They so salty with no fries and no Big Mac
Gossiping like blogs so bring me my Mac
These whores talking, bring the key to the Mack
Clogs in the pores so they cover it in M.A.C.

Just like a spine, you know I bring it back
No backbone but they say they got my back
And like Mufasa, yeah that pussy fat