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supersci - on the grind كلمات الأغنية

[intro: chords]
drop the beat on ’em
yeah, my name is chords
the tune to the sounds of supersci and flyphonic
baby ark, mr. noun
you know how we get down
yeah, chillin’

[verse 1: noun]
sometimes i wonder how this rapping thing would look like
without a hundred other cr-ppy things that took my
attention and time away from this rhyme i’m trying to say
trying to conquer the world but ain’t got time today
i’m on the grind today – until when? – i don’t know
striving for pursuing my goals but moving kinda slow
gotta find the dough – gotta pay the rent
on the grind for sure – got a lady friend
saying that she loves me and asking later when
the album drop and the video shot yo maybe then
could we find a little time to chill and play again?
and not fall asleep after s-x but hit the hay again?
but working later than letterman’s the state i’m in
i’m married to this music making but i hate it when
i have to end up wondering where my baby went
but for now, don’t tap my shoulder – play that break again

[verse 2: chords]
nah pretty pretty please – i roam the city streets
little bit of sticky green clears up my mind when i’m in between
a rock and a hard place
they got me speeding like a
cop in car chase don’t stop and i don’t break
see time flies so i’m living it up
i always check my stopwatch and i divvy it up
between the ladies and the studio, i hardly see my family
i’m playing and i’m doing shows caught up in it gradually
i miss my mother, miss my sisters and brothers
but i gotta keep working, can’t listen to others
and i’m caught up right now but i’ll visit this summer
and when the album drops i’ll blow y’all a kiss on the cover
but for now, i’m chilling right here, music filling my ears
been through it and you knew it
i’ma do it ’till my mind clears
it ain’t a joke, forget the hokus and pokus
when i’m in the booth i’m totally focused

[verse 3]
yo, this just ain’t how i planned it would work out
i pop the base of my cans, oh man, i put in work now
but right now it ain’t workin’ for me
so much weight on my back that it’s hurtin’ my knees
i can take it to a certain degree but not for long
stop pullin’ my arm, man, i’m puttin’ down a bong
i can feel it inside, it’s a cl-ssic in the makin’
let the feelin’ compensate for the bread i ain’t breakin’
i’m sick of gut pains, the stress, my head achin’
music made me tick but it’s a tricky situation
grindin’ like a nine to five but i don’t get paid like one
soon as i can find the time, i’ma raise my son
and my girl stressin’ me to get a proper job
so we can get a proper car, get rid of the rusty saab
and how about goin’ on a nice vacation
this album better start breakin’

[chorus]
when i’m on the grind
somebody’s always tapping on my shoulder and i’m trying
to get a peace of mind but i just can’t find the time
my baby’s always calling me, crying on the line
won’t you please come home to me
when i’m on the grind
somebody’s always tapping on my shoulder and i’m trying
to get a peace of mind but i just can’t find the time
my baby’s always calling me, crying on the line
won’t you please come home to me

- supersci

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