lyrics
Young boy, always knew you’re worth/
We made fun when you was young we was always doing dirt/
What’s your telephone, same as before/
How you doing, though, better than before/
Now he’s carrying on making sure the story long/
Not to cut you off, I better not miss this plane/
Now it’s taking off/
Back and forth exchange. Oh, you changed/
No I ain’t. I’m just trying to get my paper you in the way/
Can I catch up with you another day/
Fuck what a man say/
I’m not trying to run away, but ain’t nobody got time to play/
and I like dancing as much as the next man/
And getting my feet wet, the same old two step/
But I got work to do/
I got a job baby and I got goals baby/
And I got bills to pay/
And I like dancing as much as the next man/
And getting my feet wet, the same old two step/
But I got work to do/
People expect you to be where they left you/
If they came to check you’d know You moved on/
The first to admit it, Don’t think that I’m special
Don’t say that I’m different, but rather evolved/
I seen some things, that staying the same’s as good a sentence to lay in the morgue/
Ok with change, if it’s for the better/
But playing it safe’s a trick to conform/
Don’t get conditioned to thinking you’re wrong when opinions is stronger than fiction with non/
Be realistic some people are twisted/
And their sole intention is just to perform/
The mobile the same the flight number isn’t/
I might come to visit, but can’t stay & kick it /
My life is just different, I get down to business/
And then go to hang but never too long/
and I like dancing as much as the next man/
And getting my feet wet, the same old two step/
But I got work to do/
I got a job baby and I got goals baby/
And I got bills to pay/
And I like dancing as much as the next man/
And getting my feet wet, the same old two step/
But I got work to do/
Think I’m doing wrong/
Tell you where I’ve been/
Where are you at all alone/
Sitting by the phone/
Tell her don’t go/
Baby wait, I want to sing a love song/
Baby listen/
You say it’s the same old song/
Damn baby where’d it all go wrong/
You know I’m crazy/
I’m not trying to run away, but ain’t nobody got time to play
credits
from
To What End,
released January 20, 2023
Written by Bilal, Oddisee & Hezekiah
Produced by Oddisee
Additional instrumentation by:
Ralph Real - Keys
Dennis Turner- Bass
Olivier St. Louis - Guitar
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