Aye
Time weighing the over under
I'm Tired of waiting on a 7 to wonder
Guess they never really got the number
In Oklahoma City never saw the thunder
Tip game out of the west dress to impress they putting on less
Walking in the club I'm feeling the vest
While the 3rd year majors rocking the sweats
Push work into the trade
Selling out my shows I'm tryna get paid
But it's hard when I'm working like every day
Serving broke ass holes scraping for minimum wage
And it's definitely making us humble
Especially on the days we working the doubles
When the sun's coming up we starting the hustle
And when it coming up again we feeling the struggle
Cuz everything I am is what I am owed
And everything I have is what I have sold
Sell a couple days to buy a few clothes
Sell a couple years to buy a new home
Sell a couple nights to pick up a yard
But then you sell another wife to fight at the bar
But damn ooo would you look at the car
Man sell a couple months we already scarred
I got em talking now
Just one more year I'll have em talking loud
In 10 more years what's there to talk about
Cuz the war will be the only thing we'll talk about
So are we lost now
Do we even know the cost now
I was filling up my car the other day
I got a quarter of the way
Before I realized what it cost now
Broke down burning the rubber
Missing all the days preparing for summer
Stopping by the beach to pick up a number
I got a new Gal with me making her wonder
Everything back on the wave
But I got a feeling it's already changed
I'm seeing that the first world started the race
But I don't know if anyone's wanting to place
Dyve - Tipping Point Lyrics
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Aye
Time weighing the over under
I'm Tired of waiting on a 7 to wonder
Guess they never really got the number
In Oklahoma City never saw the thunder
Tip game out of the west dress to impress they putting on less
Walking in the club I'm feeling the vest
While the 3rd year majors rocking the sweats
Push work into the trade
Selling out my shows I'm tryna get paid
But it's hard when I'm working like every day
Serving broke ass holes scraping for minimum wage
And it's definitely making us humble
Especially on the days we working the doubles
When the sun's coming up we starting the hustle
And when it coming up again we feeling the struggle
Cuz everything I am is what I am owed
And everything I have is what I have sold
Sell a couple days to buy a few clothes
Sell a couple years to buy a new home
Sell a couple nights to pick up a yard
But then you sell another wife to fight at the bar
But damn ooo would you look at the car
Man sell a couple months we already scarred
I got em talking now
Just one more year I'll have em talking loud
In 10 more years what's there to talk about
Cuz the war will be the only thing we'll talk about
So are we lost now
Do we even know the cost now
I was filling up my car the other day
I got a quarter of the way
Before I realized what it cost now
Broke down burning the rubber
Missing all the days preparing for summer
Stopping by the beach to pick up a number
I got a new Gal with me making her wonder
Everything back on the wave
But I got a feeling it's already changed
I'm seeing that the first world started the race
But I don't know if anyone's wanting to place
Time weighing the over under
I'm Tired of waiting on a 7 to wonder
Guess they never really got the number
In Oklahoma City never saw the thunder
Tip game out of the west dress to impress they putting on less
Walking in the club I'm feeling the vest
While the 3rd year majors rocking the sweats
Push work into the trade
Selling out my shows I'm tryna get paid
But it's hard when I'm working like every day
Serving broke ass holes scraping for minimum wage
And it's definitely making us humble
Especially on the days we working the doubles
When the sun's coming up we starting the hustle
And when it coming up again we feeling the struggle
Cuz everything I am is what I am owed
And everything I have is what I have sold
Sell a couple days to buy a few clothes
Sell a couple years to buy a new home
Sell a couple nights to pick up a yard
But then you sell another wife to fight at the bar
But damn ooo would you look at the car
Man sell a couple months we already scarred
I got em talking now
Just one more year I'll have em talking loud
In 10 more years what's there to talk about
Cuz the war will be the only thing we'll talk about
So are we lost now
Do we even know the cost now
I was filling up my car the other day
I got a quarter of the way
Before I realized what it cost now
Broke down burning the rubber
Missing all the days preparing for summer
Stopping by the beach to pick up a number
I got a new Gal with me making her wonder
Everything back on the wave
But I got a feeling it's already changed
I'm seeing that the first world started the race
But I don't know if anyone's wanting to place
Writer: Conner Faulkner
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