Home Brew - Running Out of Time lyrics
[Home Brew - Running Out of Time lyrics]
Seven days a week
The man got me on the grind now
Doin' overtime
Ain't got no time to rhyme now
Don't believe in myself no more
I'm poppin' a cap again
Stopped but I'm back again
Thought I could've been someone
I don't see that happening
Feelin' crap again now
Man, I'm runnin' outta time
Oh man, another day of this crap
Every day of the week I'm
Waking up pitch black
That's why I need to get lifted
Like I was Chris Jack
Runnin' this race for the cheese
Like a whipped rat
All for minimum wage, man, if that
I gotta lick crack
Shit bricks and lift stacks
While some rich chap sips
Cris' and sit's back
I'm geting bitch slapped
Pushed round and spit at
Like they're the Big Mac, and I'm the Tic Tac
But, еven though I know
My present isn't gift-wrappеd
There ain't no way that you
Could distract this cat
See I eat, breathe and shit rap
Even my heart beats "badum badum tss clap"
So when I'm feeling kinda dark like Hitchcock
Dark kinda like the dresscode of Slipknot
I stay alive for my love of Hip Hop
But still, sometimes I'm like "what if not?"
Seven days a week
The man got me on the grind now
Doin' overtime
Ain't got no time to rhyme now
Don't believe in myself no more
I'm poppin' a cap again
Stopped but I'm back again
Thought I could've been someone
I don't see that happening
Feelin' crap again now
Man, I'm runnin' outta time
Man, I'm runnin' outta time
Na, forget it, man, there's no hope, I quit
Im so broke i'd sooner win the America's
Cup with a rowboat
Than go gold with a song that I co-wrote
It's hard to say it but it's my own fault
I listen to old folk
Were my problems solved?
Nope, only way they are is "gulp, gulp
Gulp!"
I drink a whole load of Beam with no Coke
Tequila with no salt, guarantee I won't choke
But still
I can't hold a job like I hold notes
Or control my life and be a grown bloke
I thought maybe I'd escape if I sold dope
But that don't work, unless you don't smoke
And now I'm sitting here pissed
Feelin' ripped off
Had a chance to blow and missed lift off
Now I won't ever be a big shot
Fuck alone bro, get lost
Seven days a week
The man got me on the grind now
Doin' overtime
Ain't got no time to rhyme now
Don't believe in myself no more
I'm poppin' a cap again
Stopped but I'm back again
Thought I could've been someone
I don't see that happening
Feelin' crap again now
Man, I'm runnin' outta time
'Cause, I'm runnin' outta time
The man got me on the grind now
Doin' overtime
Ain't got no time to rhyme now
Don't believe in myself no more
I'm poppin' a cap again
Stopped but I'm back again
Thought I could've been someone
I don't see that happening
Feelin' crap again now
Man, I'm runnin' outta time
Oh man, another day of this crap
Every day of the week I'm
Waking up pitch black
That's why I need to get lifted
Like I was Chris Jack
Runnin' this race for the cheese
Like a whipped rat
All for minimum wage, man, if that
I gotta lick crack
Shit bricks and lift stacks
While some rich chap sips
Cris' and sit's back
I'm geting bitch slapped
Pushed round and spit at
Like they're the Big Mac, and I'm the Tic Tac
But, еven though I know
My present isn't gift-wrappеd
There ain't no way that you
Could distract this cat
See I eat, breathe and shit rap
Even my heart beats "badum badum tss clap"
So when I'm feeling kinda dark like Hitchcock
Dark kinda like the dresscode of Slipknot
I stay alive for my love of Hip Hop
But still, sometimes I'm like "what if not?"
Seven days a week
The man got me on the grind now
Doin' overtime
Ain't got no time to rhyme now
Don't believe in myself no more
I'm poppin' a cap again
Stopped but I'm back again
Thought I could've been someone
I don't see that happening
Feelin' crap again now
Man, I'm runnin' outta time
Man, I'm runnin' outta time
Na, forget it, man, there's no hope, I quit
Im so broke i'd sooner win the America's
Cup with a rowboat
Than go gold with a song that I co-wrote
It's hard to say it but it's my own fault
I listen to old folk
Were my problems solved?
Nope, only way they are is "gulp, gulp
Gulp!"
I drink a whole load of Beam with no Coke
Tequila with no salt, guarantee I won't choke
But still
I can't hold a job like I hold notes
Or control my life and be a grown bloke
I thought maybe I'd escape if I sold dope
But that don't work, unless you don't smoke
And now I'm sitting here pissed
Feelin' ripped off
Had a chance to blow and missed lift off
Now I won't ever be a big shot
Fuck alone bro, get lost
Seven days a week
The man got me on the grind now
Doin' overtime
Ain't got no time to rhyme now
Don't believe in myself no more
I'm poppin' a cap again
Stopped but I'm back again
Thought I could've been someone
I don't see that happening
Feelin' crap again now
Man, I'm runnin' outta time
'Cause, I'm runnin' outta time