SUPERSCI feat. CHORDS - ON THE GRIND (hook Chords/Remedeeh) when Iīm on the grind somebodyīs always tapping on my shoulder and Iīm trying to get a piece/peace of mine/mind but I just canīt find the time my babyīs always calling me crying on the line wonīt you please come home to me (Noun) sometimes I wonder how this rapping thing would look like without a hundred other crappy things that took my attention and time away from this rhyme Iīm trying to say trying to conquer the world but ainīt got time today Iīm on the grind today - until when? - I donīt know striving for pursuing my goals but moving kinda slow gotta find the dough - gotta pay the rent on the grind for sure - got a lady friend saying that she loves me and asking later when the album drop and the video shot yo maybe then could we find a little time to chill and play again? and not fall asleep after sex but hit the hay again? but working later than Lettermanīs the state Iīm in Iīm married to this music making but I hate it when I have to end up wondering where my baby went but for now donīt tap my shoulder - play that break again (hook) (Chords) nah pretty pretty please - I roam the city streets little bit of sticky green clears up my mind when Iīm in between a rock and a hard place - they got me speeding like a cop in car chase donīt stop and I donīt break see time flies so Iīm living it up I always check my stop watch and I divvy it up between the ladies and the studio I hardly see my family Iīm playing and Iīm doing shows caught up in it gradually I miss my mother miss my sisters and brothers but I gotta keep working canīt listen to others and Iīm caught up right now but Iīll visit this summer and when the album drops Iīll blow yīall a kiss on the cover but for now Iīm chilling right here music filling my ears been through it and you knew it Imma do it til my mind clears it ainīt no joke forget the hocus and pocus when Iīm in the booth Iīm totally focused (hook) (Arka) this just ainīt how I planned it would work out I pop the bass in my cans oh man I put in work now but right now this ainīt working for me got so much wheight on my back that itīs hurting my knees I can take it to a certain degree but not for long stop pulling my arm man Iīm putting down a bomb I can feel it inside - itīs a classic in the making let the feeling compensate for the bread I ainīt breaking Iīm sick of gut pains and stress my head aching music makes me tick but itīs a tricky situation grinding like a nine-to-five but donīt get paid like one soon as I can find the time Imma raise my son and my girl is stressing me to get a proper job so we can get a proper car get rid of the rusty Saab and how about going on a nice vacation this album better start breaking (hook)