Fashawn - Excuses lyrics

Man who's calling?
Hello what's up man
Nah, I got shit to do man
Maybe next week, I got shit to do

Laying on a couch next to a blank page
Not in the mood to write
Just one of them days
High off Percs, so my mind won't work
And my bitch wants all of my time
I want to write raps, she'd rather get laid
It's been days and I haven't wrote a rhyme
And on the other hand, I'm on CD 4
Never seen tour and I don't have a dime
To my name, so I complain
Fuck the notebook I should push cocaine
Fuck counseling, I should just sniff cocaine
The weed's wearing off, now I feel drained
My uncle just passed, life moving fast
The other day I caught daddy
Digging in the trash
And what did he pull out?
Some brand new swеats
Everybody wonderin' why I'm so vеxed
I let the Seroquel put me to sleep
I stole one from momma while
She was counting sheep
Got a call from Soprano, and
He said, "Let's meet"
We need you in the lab but
You're always in the street
We got photoshoots and deadlines to
Meet, it's crunch time, lunchtime
We all tryna eat
I even got producers shooting me beats
But I'm stuck staring at a blank sheet
Excuses excuses

Uh hi, It's
I just wanted to call and say I love you
I always have and always will
I just wanted to make sure you know
That I wanna see you in church alright, uh
The Lord's got something for you, and so do I
I'm looking forward to seeing you
In the place of worship
I adore you, you doin' what you doin'
I respect you, and I'm proud of you
Okay, in Jesus name alright now, love you
Bye

Now the beat's keep stacking
He's still slacking
Making excuses, tell us what's happenin'
Label not calling you, well too bad then
You're not the first and you
Won't be the last one
Get up off your ass and stop complaining
Realize it ain't just rap
This is entertainment
Be the artist who always sleep
Who ain't ever make it
Same city same routes, forever waiting
While I'm sitting here
Ranting about motivation
Could be out, out of state blowing up stages
Why not, I don't know
Maybe because of my ethics
Should be making records but
I'm too busy texting
Putting my dream on pause
Succeeding in the game seems so far
Something gotta change or I might go berserk
Get high off of dust and
End up like Big Lurch
Everybody ask why don't I come to church
"It's been a long while haven't
Seen you in months"
You really wanna know, I've been
Chilling on the turf
Or in the studio rolling up another blunt
I'll be there next Sunday
If not then someday
I'm just tryna figure out what I want
What I need, a little room to breath
The only way I can proceed

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