Esskay - Jugglin' for Jack Lyrics

At the minute I've been juggling my time
She makes space in her diary so I'm rummaging through mine
Rifling forever but there's nothing I can find
N my dads gettin aggy haven't come to his in time
I wanna see my brothers 'fore I plummet through the sky
But there's suttin bout this new house that's been pushin me aside
Like nah this ent the house that I used to know
Reading to Whitney, this ent the room I used to throw
Balls 'gainst the walls till they blew n there grew a hole
Walls that could talk more than halls of a student home
So now it's to a fro, a quick there and back
I don't wanna grow apart but I'm scared it's that
I need to find my head, don't know where it's at
Need to screw it on my neck keep my hair in tact
So matter of fact the way I dash from the flat
Lookin for a shop front to pattern my stacks
I been filling out forms n they're handin em back
Until I'm runnin out of charge like a battery pack
So I'm left alone, indebted to the telephone
Trynna get a second chance lookin for a second home
What was set in stones cracked like the methadone
All this chasin around has made me let it go
Ay I been juggling n my jack
Nothings happened guess I'm juggling for jack
I'm trynna find some pocket so I'm rummaging the flat
Guess I'm just another kid who wants that money for his mam like
Ay I been juggling n my jack
Nothings happened guess I'm juggling for jack
I'm trynna find some pocket so I'm rummaging the flat
Guess I'm just another kid who wants that money for his mam like
Gettin worried cos I haven't seen the pen in time
I put the ink to the page but it's never a rhyme
Never the time never the place never the mind
Cos I'm still getting merry when I bury some wine
Stepping the line slap that cash on a beat
Boss in the texts, get any shift I can in the week
Get every penny that I can n let my salary speak
But my backs so tired, I'll get the can in a week
That's a can of the worms out like a jack in the box
I'll be back crackin cans getting trashed on the block
But now I'm front of the house I'm working back of the shop
If they make me treasurer then I be packin the lot
Cos if my flats the shop I guess the labs my home
If the workflows dead then it's back to the chrone
Lookin at my mac to see which track I should post
All the lads gather round as it magically blows
Oh shit, guess it's happenin again
I make a beat then lift the pad up to the pen
Gettin deep with my lyrics i been shattering the lead
Jaw chattering, babbling as I go channel what was said
Like, I was sittin the back
I was listening n thinkin bout my gran
Visiting the past times I didn't have her back
But if I could see her now I'd give her everything I have
But it's too late cos this hard life's nothing
Gas cost the hearse guess the car rides suttin
Better rap it up cos the half-fives comin'
This dark line cuts deeper than a sharp knife cuttin'
N I crossed it, bottom bigger than the top lip
Exhausted sewed my lips together in a cross-stitch
I've lost it like a phone in a mosh pit
Lookin' everywhere but I'll never say I got this
Ay I been juggling n my jack
Nothings happened guess I'm juggling for jack
I'm trynna find some pocket so I'm rummaging the flat
Guess I'm just another kid who wants that money for his mam like
Call me jack cos I been jugglin for days now
Bussed down but I usually get the train round
Face frowns but I'm burying it way down
Runnin away like how I done it on the playground