Damn the alarm clock singin’ now I’m hoppin’ out of bedAnd the cat’s wollowin’ out ‘cause she ain’t been fedRoom cold ‘cause we ain’t fixed the windows yetDamn all that I wanna do now is get back in the bedIt’s so cold in this house just like this song sayFrom the looks of things its finna be a long dayBetter off keepin’ it cool but at least that's what they all sayMy precious kitty-cat just took a shit up in the hallwayMan fuck this, I’ma go and take a pissBut Dave’s in the shower, guess I’m waitin’ half an hourBut I got at least five email accounts to checkPhone ring its the bank said they bounced the checkAnother day anotha dolla but even worse to make’ ‘em hollaTryna sell a couple records at the club they come up to check usAnd naw what kinda money do you think I’m stackin’ ya’llCoachin’ JV High School basketballAnd we got a loosin’ record but don’t blame it on me‘Cause the kids can’t shoot they don’t wanna play no DThere’s just two months left It’s just too much stressI’m just tryna lay up on the couch pour a Guinness put my feet upTake it easy. Easy does it, do it easy. That’s what I’m doin’Easy does it, do it easy. That’s what I’m doin’Easy does it, do it easy. That’s what I’m doin’Now don’t get it switched ‘cause I ain’t here to complainSometimes the way they just stack got me feelin’ insaneEven though I know I know I’ve been so blessed in lifeStill just sometimes I feel like screamin’ when I check the micBecause in essence I’m feelin’ pressed for timeAnd as we stepped in line to be the next to signTo a label called EmbeddedWith a name like that no wonder howWe sale the records so we’re destined to be undergroundBut I ain’t feelin’ mad train the dog kill the trackLike da beats of the brass snap bring it on back back backNow bring it on back x3To let you know that what you missed wasEssential vitamins and nutrients static in the bassPlus I get extra points ‘cause I ain’t rappin’ in yo faceWith a rat-tat-tat all up in yo earCan’t say stage fright ain’t got nothin’ to fearIf that was true, why am I hereIn da backstage nervous chuggin’ dis beerReally it’s funny numbers gotta grip on meKnuckles truly white from holding tight onto my mid-twentiesAnd I’m broke still I’m the one you lookin’ atIn a crowd of folks that got real jobs and everyday they get moneyAnotha dolla but even worse to make’ ‘em hollaTryna sell a couple records at the club they come up to check usWe are really faded but I’m a healthy personCollege educated livin’ with no health insuranceAnd how I judge the rich but it don’t help the verdictFuck a rapper self-server with no self to serviceYou’ll either can flames or you're gonna help to burn usWhen I asked him who he was all he felt was nervousTake it easy. Easy does it, do it easy. That’s what I’m doin’Easy does it, do it easy. That’s what I’m doin’Easy does it, do it easy. That’s what I’m doin’
