Текст песни Personal Time - Thre3-O

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I need a vacation
Mental evacuation

Fuck dis 9 to 5 I rather work at nite time
Sleep in get some buns den play with my son
When he take his nap I go and smoke another blunt
Lay it up wit his momma den we watch what we want
I work everyday to provide every need and want
But everyday dis gig gets in the way of what I need and want
Yea I need this bread but I rather kick it with my son
Steady chasing cheese I ain't seen my family in some months
When we travel My nigga we take a bag of blunts
When we spark up we slowly Start to loose those fucks
Everyday I get up chasing a bag of bucks
But doing something I never dreamed really sucks
Provide for your family of course that's what's up
But do u have any regrets when u wake up
Are you reminded by success when u wake up
Or you encountered by stress time to change it up

Huh
Huh
Yea
Man
I swear
I need a vacation
Mental evacuation

These mafucas get most of my time
And they don't even really care if I'm dead or alive
I got the nerve to let em fuck up my personal vibe
I bite my tongue cuz they pay for my personal time
I rather kick shit on the water and write versus and rimes
Tell gap make me a beat with hard basses and chimes
Posted out on the beach with theganja and vibes
My baby mama thick so she like a couple a dimes
She know she da shit and remind me that I am sometimes
Meditation don't let these matters take over my mind
Take some time with my chakras get some shit aline
Everyday can be another chance to redefine
One day I'll survive off my personal grind
Cuz Dis money can't be worth all personal time
Never say never mind
Manifestation starts with your mind
Young God keep shit in mind

Huh
Huh
Yea
Man
I swear
I need a vacation
Mental evacuation