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Chef'Special

Deadline

 

Deadline

(album: Hungry - 2009)


I was thinking about those time that we make friends
Just by shaking hands

Starin at that white page, hopin that it might change
Deadlines, becoming headlines, they in my way
My quality time with father time was always fine
Now it's like I'm hauntin for somethin stuck in the mind

N I just, can't understand, given some of the facts
We was always down to business right?
No matter what the catch, no matter what the cash
No matter what the next day was bringin as 'm consequences for my ass

We be, watchin the morning sun rise, a warm surprise
After long time writin we would call it a night
'n yo my pen still damn I was holdin 'm tight
But yo there's nuttin to be stressed about right 'n father time said:

Hell no chef, we did allright
The next time I come by we'll let dumbo fly
But now it's time to boogie home cus man I'm pretty tired
U enjoy that glimpse of that last bitta sunrise

I gotta write a little bit mo(re)
Is that hwat you waitin for?
Cus I don't know

I think it's time to give it a go
What's that you take me fo?
Cus I don't know

The people in this life, day by day they be changing
I turn my head for one sec, look back 'n shit is fadin
I can't keep up the pace 'n n they keep on rearranging
Now tell me is I really missin out if not participating

To that all day bullshit, let's ball play through it
I'll dribble and I'll pass it if you feel it come 'n do it
If ye have it, then shoot it, that half shit is stupid
Never blame the ball if it's lacking on ye movements

Piece of mind isn't easy to find
Not if you feel like those days are busy stealing ye nights
'n if ye feel like those nights really need you to write
And if I'd sleep every night, I'd be sleepin fo life, ye feel me?

Just let me dream the days, 'n I will live the nights
Don't wanna hear me say: 'I didn't had the time'
I got a record up the oven and that's somethin
Ain't nobody stopping that, stopping that from coming

I gotta write a little bit mo(re)
Is that what you waitin for?
Cus I don't know

I think it's time to give it a go
What's that you take me for?
Cus I don't know

done

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