[Hook: Big K.R.I.T./Erykah Badu]
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I got no time to waste
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I got more bills to pay
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I got more mouths to feed now, now, now
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I got no time to play
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I got no need to stay
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When ain't no money around, round, round
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What's a king without a crown?
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(Time's a wasting)
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What's a car without some sound?
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(Don't you take your time, young man)
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[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
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Never been on that silly sucka shit
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Ride around pimped out, four doors
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With the wood grain dashboard and a rim that sits swoll
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And the embroidered headrest
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Yeah, that be dead fresh
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In your ear like headsets
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Sleepy eye, forever grind, no dead rest
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I can't depend on that next check cause it ain't vouched shit
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The type of broke that got me searching through my momma's couch
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Here's some loose change, got that dollar menu
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McDouble, small fry, lemonade and sweet tea blended
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Now here it is Monday, will that get me through till Wednesday?
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Will it kill them hunger pains, even tho it ain't fulfilling?
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I make do with what God give me, and I take it day by day
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I would come around more often, but I can't stay, cause
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
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Try not to step on my toes, with yo swole, bankrolls you blowing thro'
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On stripper pole pros you barely know, make it rain
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If I was paid with no knowledge of two months late on my mortgage
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In the hood that ain't safe, I'd do the same thing
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But wishful thinking ain't shit without genius
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I can't define how I feel, that's why I'm searching for meaning
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No need to pinch me in my players' suite, I know when I'm dreaming
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My momma tell me 'be careful, ' cause she know when I'm scheming
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Lottery winners don't run in my family
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Nor do seven dots when dice are swang, so sense in me gambling
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We just crap out
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Maybe they would listen to me, if I pulled the strap out
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Like 'give me everything, or I'm a black out', cause
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[Hook]
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King's Blues
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| Big KRIT |
