The Light

Time It's our only luxury When that clock starts counting down There's nothing you, or I, or anybody can do about it Yeah Wake up, scratch balls, fry bacon Leave the house without checking my face And I'm already late for work Spend ten minutes in the off-license, mugging off the clerk Doing whatever it takes to procrastinate getting to the office today And I'm missing the calls and emails From offers to play Shows that I've wanted to play since I started this shit But how in the f*ck am I paying my bills and parking this whip When music ain't paying a penny and shit? I'm fed up of this I need a way out Mixtape route's feeling corny as f*ck But I don't have a label and not enough paper to do it myself I'm ranting When I first dropped music, I had such enthusiasm But the truth is I've just hit 26, I'm running out of juice, if I just get one last push, I might do this It's gone from Over-inspired To a deep, burning fear of running out of time Falling in and out of love with the grind of it If I don't fit into this industry quick, then I'll finally quit Quit life? Maybe What else can I offer you except my pages Been sucking on the titty of this idea since baby You can call me anything but not lazy AJ in the ring, I've got a few rounds left in me, but I feel like I'm blinded Swinging, no precision, but the light at the end of the tunnel is burning through my visor Can you feel it?