Lost Time

(album: Ambaum - 2016)

[Travis Thompson:]
Let's go get this money!

[Nyles Davis:]
If it ain't about a dollar than I'm ghost
For the dollar know we finna do the most
You should know that I won't stop until I got mine
But we blow it cuz we making up for lost time

[Travis Thompson:]
I wake up every morning saying lets go get this money
Then check my phone my lines dry is as fuck ain't shit funny
Bout it bout it riding round through the town
Its another day and we running them fail cars and they count us
I was tryna flex my momma shopping clearance, like
"Can we hit McDonald's" but my mom ain't tryna hear it, like
You got McDonald's money we got food at the house
Yo, I'm tired of this bullshit mom, I'm tryna ball out
Cuz the kids in the back of the class should be laughing
[?] They're pants is ripped sagging
They tell me I got the worst running habits
But this how you come up, its just gonna happen
Cuz we only got a pair of shoes a year
So what you think we gon' cop
Yo I been planning this for years and we was skating
Thankful for the bones that we broke
We hit a party with some rich kids cuz there is pills to be sold
I learned the value of a dollar at eleven years old
A doctor's note is a pot of gold, I'm bout to show you the ropes
Let's go

[Nyles Davis:]
If it ain't about a dollar than I'm ghost
For the dollar know we finna do the most
You should know that I won't stop until I got mine
But we blow it cuz we making up for lost time
For lost time, for lost time
But we blow it cuz we making up for lost time
For lost time, for lost time
But we blow it cuz we making up for lost time

[Travis Thompson:]
How you living it, how you get it, I'm taking notes
And if she's winning, I'm probably working to keep her close
You peep these clothes, you peep my bae, you be my guest
I ain't got a full tank, and my car don't run
And my girl don't work
Shes still talking bout how she wanna get a new purse like
Damn...
We just some free lunch fiends
Grant money on my ride up from my whole damn team
My baby say be careful gets repetitive
But I'm still on that seven bus
While ending up with swisher gusts
Back when they mention what days is you leave
Dips out the doors and we sprint on the streets
Don't got that pass for the drinks and we leave
[?] like woo...
That boy is up to something
Salt in my shacks because we can't afford jumpman
I saw my daddy in the room, he was laid up and connected
To machines and that can really put your shit in perspective
Man, I'm nobody but myself and look its working for me
And you tryna be someone else, that's why you working for free
Not me

[Nyles Davis:]
If it ain't about a dollar than I'm ghost
For the dollar know we finna do the most
You should know that I won't stop until I got mine
But we blow it cuz we making up for lost time
For lost time, for lost time
But we blow it cuz we making up for lost time
For lost time, for lost time
But we blow it cuz we making up for lost time