Zig9y, Curt Summers - Overdue Lyrics

Feeling like I'm overdue, yeah
Hitting new heights, I'm seeing over you
Social distance make it hard to gain exposure
Test me everywhere I go, I am sick but this ain't covid dude
Relationships get tested too it's an effort, I ain't holding you
You see, the wheels are falling off and I can't roll with you
The thought that others gotta struggle cuz that's what you was going through
You can still offer coats even though somebody ain't as cold as you
Tired of being fooled lately, shit, I been 0 for 2
Cold feeling feeling like Cole, didn't think the chopper'd load for you
I'm over playing these games and I'm so used to consoling you
Putting you in the basement with my PlayStation and I'm ignoring you
So we gon' take a break or let it break to shit?
I need a vacation from my relationship
She got a temper like a hungry pregnant chick
So just in case, gon' need a suitcase 'fore the cops need to be casing shit
When moving on, usually pays to be quick
It's only when ducks quack that I get to hating these chicks
So fuck that if you don't love me baby, say it and split
We on to fire bars over 808's and it's lit
Finally understanding my place and it's sick
The hustle crazy cuz complacency ain't making me rich
So Andre, gon' eat these beats until I'm painfully sick
Or til we hit a million plays in this bitch
Switch it up
So tuck the heat and some ammo
Right underneath all the flannel
Cuz I ain't leaving the scene until I'm seen on your channel
Shittin on beats since sixteen, beans in every single meal that I'm planning
Ghosted the whip I left the keys the phantom
I'll hit the streets in Havana and put the meat to ya Grandma
And find a priest from Atlanta to tie your feet to a sandal
These sounds hang like ripe fruits from trees with cabanas
And shout-out Andre, this beat is bananas

Ain't no days taken off
Ain't no vacations dawg
When you hustlin' for that paper dawg
Ya better wake up 'fore that wage is gone (Pennies)
Ain't no days taken off
Ain't no vacations dawg
When you hustlin' for that paper dawg
Ya better wake up 'fore that wage is gone

Everybody saying Curt got the recipe now
They get to measuring my pedigree, they measure my style
But they ain't measure my investment in my excellence, wow
They asking what the hell is up because they never been down
I don't sweat it, I give em credit just for checking the sound
And I respect when I'm neglected cause it's regular now, hella proud
With every frown, I'm getting better, second guessing never
And I like my blessings when they sexy and brown
She get around ya boy, and get to telling "she don't get around"
I gotta keep her coming back for now she only get a round
I let her down when I said I don't cuff, I keep em lining up
And that's a lot of butt, honest when she begging me to settle down
But I'm gon keep it a bean if I see I can't improve her
I'll keep it G and I'm leaving before it's damage to her
I be on beats giving piece of me to my damn computer
Knowing she deserves more, but I earn more
When every fiber of my damn medulla, focus on expanding mula
I don't need a chick at all and you don't need a man to boost ya
At least I'm humble enough to not just butter you up
It's tough to dump so much in this uncomfortable stuff
But I know she can't understand me, she cute but she wanna clamp me
Wanna plan these damn advances to stamp it, she love the family
I don't trust, I'm wary, I don't rush to marry cause it's fucking scary
I don't want my mother being grammy yet, I want a Grammy

Ain't no days taken off
Ain't no vacations dawg
When you hustlin'for that paper dawg
Ya better wake up 'fore that wage is gone (Pennies)
Ain't no days taken off
Ain't no vacations dawg
When you hustlin' for that paper dawg
Ya better wake up 'fore that wage is gone