Overdue ft. Curt Summers Lyrics

Feeling like I'm overdue, yeah

Hitting new heights, I'm seeing over you

Social distance make it hard to gain exposure

Test me everywhere I go, I am sick but this ain't covid dude

Relationships get tested too it's an effort, I ain't holding you

You see, the wheels are falling off and I can't roll with you

The thought that others gotta struggle cuz that's what you was going through

You can still offer coats even though somebody ain't as cold as you

Tired of being fooled lately, shit, I been 0 for 2

Cold feeling feeling like Cole, didn't think the chopper'd load for you

I'm over playing these games and I'm so used to consoling you

Putting you in the basement with my PlayStation and I'm ignoring you

So we gon' take a break or let it break to shit?

I need a vacation from my relationship

She got a temper like a hungry pregnant chick

So just in case, gon' need a suitcase 'fore the cops need to be casing shit

When moving on, usually pays to be quick

It's only when ducks quack that I get to hating these chicks

So fuck that if you don't love me baby, say it and split

We on to fire bars over 808's and it's lit

Finally understanding my place and it's sick

The hustle crazy cuz complacency ain't making me rich

So Andre, gon' eat these beats until I'm painfully sick

Or til we hit a million plays in this bitch

Switch it up

So tuck the heat and some ammo

Right underneath all the flannel

Cuz I ain't leaving the scene until I'm seen on your channel

Shittin on beats since sixteen, beans in every single meal that I'm planning

Ghosted the whip I left the keys the phantom

I'll hit the streets in Havana and put the meat to ya Grandma

And find a priest from Atlanta to tie your feet to a sandal

These sounds hang like ripe fruits from trees with cabanas

And shout-out Andre, this beat is bananas

Ain't no days taken off

Ain't no vacations dawg

When you hustlin' for that paper dawg

Ya better wake up 'fore that wage is gone (Pennies)

Ain't no days taken off

Ain't no vacations dawg

When you hustlin' for that paper dawg

Ya better wake up 'fore that wage is gone

Everybody saying Curt got the recipe now

They get to measuring my pedigree, they measure my style

But they ain't measure my investment in my excellence, wow

They asking what the hell is up because they never been down

I don't sweat it, I give em credit just for checking the sound

And I respect when I'm neglected cause it's regular now, hella proud

With every frown, I'm getting better, second guessing never

And I like my blessings when they sexy and brown

She get around ya boy, and get to telling "she don't get around"

I gotta keep her coming back for now she only get a round

I let her down when I said I don't cuff, I keep em lining up

And that's a lot of butt, honest when she begging me to settle down

But I'm gon keep it a bean if I see I can't improve her

I'll keep it G and I'm leaving before it's damage to her

I be on beats giving piece of me to my damn computer

Knowing she deserves more, but I earn more

When every fiber of my damn medulla, focus on expanding mula

I don't need a chick at all and you don't need a man to boost ya

At least I'm humble enough to not just butter you up

It's tough to dump so much in this uncomfortable stuff

But I know she can't understand me, she cute but she wanna clamp me

Wanna plan these damn advances to stamp it, she love the family

I don't trust, I'm wary, I don't rush to marry cause it's fucking scary

I don't want my mother being grammy yet, I want a Grammy

Ain't no days taken off

Ain't no vacations dawg

When you hustlin'for that paper dawg

Ya better wake up 'fore that wage is gone (Pennies)

Ain't no days taken off

Ain't no vacations dawg

When you hustlin' for that paper dawg

Ya better wake up 'fore that wage is gone