Off To Work

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, I gotta learn how to, like, project my voice Without, err, when I'm tryna like, read my lyrics and shit at the same time You know what I'm saying? Maxsta, it's the Maxtape 2, you already know what's going on man And this one's for my everyday dreamers, man, you know what I'm saying? Anyone that feels like they should be doing more than they are We're gonna get there, trust me dawg [Verse 1] Feels like I ain't got time for nothing Me and my friends on the grind for something Voice in my head said "your time is coming" Got anxiety but my eyes are shutting Life of a 20-something Drugs, work, and steady loving Pop pills and stress for nothing Text from my ex just coming We all got millionaire dreams But we never came from wealth Living in the inner city's like a cage itself 20-somethings gotta brace yourself They're tryna tell you about inflation and property prices while you think about paying your student loan and you got real stress on your mental That you're just expected to get through [Hook] Off to work Lurk, chasing something that might not exist Praying it works My stomach hurts, I got fire in my ribs Off to work Credit score is like 456 Debt collectors sending letters to your crib But there's a lot worse than tryna get rich [Verse 2] Gotta be thankful 'Cause up in my ends already seen a lot of young minds dismantled My girl want a wine-n-dine by a candle And ask my angle, I tell her I'm a handful But I ain't a damn fool, I study the world To understand you, bro, I study myself Got me in love with the girl sitting in front of me Drawn in by your [?], your love and your modesty And you wanna fly first class, not in economy Putting in shifts for the fam like Cindarella And on the weekend when you transform and come alive Then it's Monday, back to the grind And you're sitting at your desk, thinking this better not be life forever Working for somebody else's dreams like a fortune teller I said, stick to the grind, we can ball forever It's like [Hook] Off to work Lurk, chasing something that might not exist Praying it works My stomach hurts, I got fire in my ribs Off to work Credit score is like 456 Debt collectors sending letters to your crib But there's a lot worse than tryna get rich [Verse 3] Tryna get through the storm You're only 25 and you feel so worn I know about family expectations, your dad wanted his son to do law Your mum wanted a daughter in a lab coat but she wanna be a Hollywood actor Kids looking at social media and want more than a factory job like grandad had Just make sure you're doing it for you and not the mandem and gyaldem 'Cause 20 years from now, you'll be in your 40s, youth and grace don't come back then You gotta plan then My marge got a bad back and a bad leg And many regrets, I know I'll have them But as long as I follow my heart, get off to work, I'll be on a good path And that shit matters [Hook]x2 Off to work Lurk, chasing something that might not exist Praying it works My stomach hurts, I got fire in my ribs Off to work Credit score is like 456 Debt collectors sending letters to your crib But there's a lot worse than tryna get rich Off to work Lurk, chasing something that might not exist Praying it works My stomach hurts, I got fire in my ribs Off to work Credit score is like 456 Debt collectors sending letters to your crib But there's a lot worse than tryna get rich