No Time
[VERSE ONE: ABDOMINAL]
Alarm set for 6 like it is everyday
Wake up, then hit snooze all the way to 8
Like I also do everyday
Cuz every night I stay up to late
Doing the things I should've been doing at 6
A vicious cycle that I can't seem to fix
Anyway, finally get up at 8
Eat some food, wash the plate
Brush the teeth and put the sneakers on
To keep the fitness up as the years keep creeping on
Do my little jog, get home I gotta take out the dog
Bring the dog back, feed the dog
Stretch my legs, hit the bomb
To have a shower to throw on some sweats
Rest of the day is set aside for writing or so I expect
Until I open the laptop, 15 e-mails in the inbox
All pressing, gotta reply, no choice
But to push the waiting aside
Clear the inbox, check the watch
God damn, it's already two o' clock!
And I haven't even written a bar
But before that, I need lunch man, I'm starved!
[Chorus]
This song's late, I need to compose rhymes
And in this to-do list there's no sign
Stressing, pass a glass of Bordeaux wine
Got a mountain of work, gonna be a slow climb
[VERSE TWO: ABDOMINAL]
For lunch, man I really want these chicken fingers
But I gotta watch my girlish figure as I age
Metabolism not the same
Plus I gotta live up to my name
Cuz MC Flabs just ain't gonna cut it
So I take the cucumber, but I let the crisper cut it
Drop the carrots, slice the tomato
Thinking a nice, fresh salad is the way to go
But of course that requires prep time
A side effect, of which means less rhymes
At the end of the day, but still it's gotta be done
Already some time after 3, following lunch
Time to write to these loops
Hit the couch, eyelids start to droop
I have a quick nap, 15 mags then kick these slick raps
I woke up by my phone ringing, it's freaking 5:30
It's my girl, and she finished work and heading home
She's starving for dinner and so I guess these poems
Will have to wait til after that
Spend some quality time with her, then craft these raps
But perfectly draft a plan, man where did these albums go....
[Chorus]
This song's late, I need to compose rhymes
And in this to-do list there's no sign
Stressing, pass a glass of Bordeaux wine
Got a mountain of work, gonna be a slow climb
[VERSE THREE: ABDOMINAL]
Dinner done, light outside
Out of minimum, due to the winter sun's daily limited run
It descended and sunk ages ago
Only to be replaced by moon rays on the snow
It's achingly cold, but my dog plainly showing
To be strained to be hold, an impending accident
So I rapidly fasten my jacket and grab some mitts
Take him out to do his business
Soon as he's finished, trust straight lyrical fitness
Get home, give him biscuits, pick up my pen
But just then my missus says, "Let's watch a funny show"
She's upset from some stress of the day
And so, I wanna support her
So we cuddle up and binge watch Bob's Burgers
She's dozing after 3 as I sneak out slowly
So quiet be kept, now for some quality Abs time
Light the incense, bout to write some made lines
Reopen the laptop, 15 replies to the replies
I replied with back at the top of the day
There go the rhymes, I wanna write it but there's no time
[Chorus]
This song's late, I need to compose rhymes
And in this to-do list there's no sign
Stressing, pass a glass of Bordeaux wine
Got a mountain of work, gonna be a slow climb
Alarm set for 6 like it is everyday
Wake up, then hit snooze all the way to 8
Like I also do everyday
Cuz every night I stay up to late
Doing the things I should've been doing at 6
A vicious cycle that I can't seem to fix
Anyway, finally get up at 8
Eat some food, wash the plate
Brush the teeth and put the sneakers on
To keep the fitness up as the years keep creeping on
Do my little jog, get home I gotta take out the dog
Bring the dog back, feed the dog
Stretch my legs, hit the bomb
To have a shower to throw on some sweats
Rest of the day is set aside for writing or so I expect
Until I open the laptop, 15 e-mails in the inbox
All pressing, gotta reply, no choice
But to push the waiting aside
Clear the inbox, check the watch
God damn, it's already two o' clock!
And I haven't even written a bar
But before that, I need lunch man, I'm starved!
[Chorus]
This song's late, I need to compose rhymes
And in this to-do list there's no sign
Stressing, pass a glass of Bordeaux wine
Got a mountain of work, gonna be a slow climb
[VERSE TWO: ABDOMINAL]
For lunch, man I really want these chicken fingers
But I gotta watch my girlish figure as I age
Metabolism not the same
Plus I gotta live up to my name
Cuz MC Flabs just ain't gonna cut it
So I take the cucumber, but I let the crisper cut it
Drop the carrots, slice the tomato
Thinking a nice, fresh salad is the way to go
But of course that requires prep time
A side effect, of which means less rhymes
At the end of the day, but still it's gotta be done
Already some time after 3, following lunch
Time to write to these loops
Hit the couch, eyelids start to droop
I have a quick nap, 15 mags then kick these slick raps
I woke up by my phone ringing, it's freaking 5:30
It's my girl, and she finished work and heading home
She's starving for dinner and so I guess these poems
Will have to wait til after that
Spend some quality time with her, then craft these raps
But perfectly draft a plan, man where did these albums go....
[Chorus]
This song's late, I need to compose rhymes
And in this to-do list there's no sign
Stressing, pass a glass of Bordeaux wine
Got a mountain of work, gonna be a slow climb
[VERSE THREE: ABDOMINAL]
Dinner done, light outside
Out of minimum, due to the winter sun's daily limited run
It descended and sunk ages ago
Only to be replaced by moon rays on the snow
It's achingly cold, but my dog plainly showing
To be strained to be hold, an impending accident
So I rapidly fasten my jacket and grab some mitts
Take him out to do his business
Soon as he's finished, trust straight lyrical fitness
Get home, give him biscuits, pick up my pen
But just then my missus says, "Let's watch a funny show"
She's upset from some stress of the day
And so, I wanna support her
So we cuddle up and binge watch Bob's Burgers
She's dozing after 3 as I sneak out slowly
So quiet be kept, now for some quality Abs time
Light the incense, bout to write some made lines
Reopen the laptop, 15 replies to the replies
I replied with back at the top of the day
There go the rhymes, I wanna write it but there's no time
[Chorus]
This song's late, I need to compose rhymes
And in this to-do list there's no sign
Stressing, pass a glass of Bordeaux wine
Got a mountain of work, gonna be a slow climb