Dreamlife (Producer) - Overtime lyrics

Verse 1 Misunderstood, I'm just asking for a little flair You must ask, even though you wear a moustache First cla**, the front seat is closed forever I had a bond with her, let's get together Listen, holding my hand, love is here, comes another vision Losing my balance, with a sweet addiction Under her spell, the looks, sometimes even the family Special feeling, smirk on my face like I won a grammy Looking up to the clouds, will she be my spouse ? Got a deep obsession, found some consciousness It's our weakness, guided by humans' affection Watching TV shows, they're selling miracles Dust settles down, days get blurry Work to get money, days ain't sunny I ain't no need a house, handcuffed by a loan Early to build a family, I'll go do things alone Holding on to sense of possibility Doing that as much as possible in this reality Dignity, standin‘, ain't working on chemistry Go, the first alarm rings when you shed a tear Chorus Missing old days, thinking about summertime Grown up, working chasing overtime Hold on now, I wish what I do is over now … When I get my peace of mind ? Verse 2 I need a pain k**er, all body shivers Broke man, miles with those old sneakers Comin' home tired, in my wallet no cream Look, the red in the eyes, they foiling no scheme How to start a day ? Been out hustling for years ‘Bout to smack my manager, he knows what I fear A life for survival, billboard sell dreams to me Grinding for bread, it feels tense, a bit achy So it's d**, it aches, expenses from my pockets No savings, a financial loan, couldn't duck it How could I stop it ? A riot ? Mentally weakened A dead-end, pretty hard to get up again Not fashion, they staring at, you see me dowdy Pleading innocent, I'll end up rotting in cell Anyway, that mess it's like living in jail Man, sinking slowly, crying deeply … Verse 3 It all started, into the same pot, born sinners There ain't no logic, a tale: it's fake like Godzilla Rough draft, k**ing those malicious giggles Imma tell a story, angels and devils On earth, skin-mate: young and fed up I curse Too much, speaking up loud, won't do the reverse As long as persecuted, no trades but chores Bated, hatred is entrenched in cultural mores Need a way out, a need to understand, How ? (how ?) Short, eke out a living, waiting to pounce (do it) Physical strain, pushing me to renounce (go head) Begging for dimes, where is the mankind ? Throw a bunch of gibberish, I'm not pledging allegiance To a country, hungry, forever a dissident Days look alike, hopeless I keep kneeling No blood so no murder, slowly I keep dying