Bills Nightmare

All Day Everyday, I want to play.

Don’t want to have to stay inside all day.

I’ve got things to do. Things to get through.

I’ve got a ball and my shoes and a court awaits.

I’ve got a phone and some calls that I have to make.

I’ve got bills to pay. I work my life away.

$8 an hour. I’d be out on the street.

If it wasn’t for the many people helping me.

Dropped 13 hundred on my car.

And I lost my apartment.

I want to make some beats but how can I drop them?

My job has my time tied up.

A good enough song will take me there.

Up out of this job and awake from this nightmare.