[Verse 1]
Yeah, alarm ringing early
It’s 8 am wake my vision blurry
I make it end
Lay back down with no worries
Scroll through the net
Could get up get the money
I’ll sleep for ten
Oh it’s noon now
Bummy but I still could be productive
That ain’t ruled
Grumpy with no breakfast in your tummy
I need food now
Whip my wrist put pancakes on my plate
I brush my teeth then hit my room
Let’s put some work in on this tape
Okay
Write a word for the verse
Scroll a little
Writer’s block fuck the verse
Scroll a little scroll a little uh
Reminiscing on a high chair
Tryna figure why I’m here
Came up with no ideas
But I ranked up my My Player
Whole day gone by
Still got no rhymes
One less than 25
Why I waste mine
Missed my deadline
Did that 3 times
But I can’t rewind
It’s fine I can always do it next time
[Hook]
I’ma have to holla next time
Next time
I’ma have to holla next time

[Verse 2]
I’m in a cycle and I fear that I won’t break it
My biggest rival’s in the mirror I can’t face him
I fall asleep and wake the dreams but I can’t chase ‘em
I found my passion but my bills say find your payment
So I clocked in locked in
Faced with no options
Job is toxic
Still fill my pockets
Thoughts lately
How It feel to be off daily
What if I paid me
Think it’s time to evolve maybe
But
I got these loans and if I quit then I can’t pay ‘em
I graduated and my mama said I made it
So how I look reverting back to broke and chasing
Ay fuck it I’ll accept the optics I can’t take this
So I woke up early 7:30 quitting on my dome
Know I can’t make it wordy
Show no mercy
Tell ‘em then I’m gone
I practice on my way to work
The second that I see my boss
I’m off it walked right by his office said “Good morning”
I can always do it next time
[Hook]
I’ma have to holla next time
Next time
I’ma have to holla next time

[Verse 3]
Outside looking in I got it all figured out
A lil Bently for the whip and plus a big ass house
Beyond the items
Love my kids and yup I live for my spouse
I work for funds I need the liquid used to live in a drought
And I ain’t going back
My kids never knowing that
Got it if they need it
I’ll be damned if I hold them back
Holding back some tears as I wonder if I did it wrong
My son just called he says he hates the fact I’m never home
It’s all for him so that mean one day he gon get it right
All this money still a fuck up I can’t get it right
Gotta do better
My son’s team made the championship
And less explicit I just told him I ain’t missing that shit
Fast forward to the day of
Boss talking paper
Problem it requires I’ll be flying towards the Lakers
Now let me call my baby ‘cause I’ll know he’ll wonder why
But before I said “Hi” he said “it’s fine dad I know you’re coming next time”
You say you gon do it next time and then you say it again
You say you gon do it next time and then you say it again
You say you gon do it next time and then you say it again
But how you gon do it next time when you no longer exist