Budo - Over And Under lyrics

[Hook: M.anifest] I feel over and under under and over The weight of the world crumbling my shoulders Dealing with stress with a four leaf clover Over and under under and over Over and under under and over The weight of the world burdening my shoulders Dealing with stress with a four leaf clover Over and under under and over [Verse 1: M.anifest] Climbing a slippery slope, leaning on hope Grab my winter coat, f**ing winter ain't no joke Choking on tears that are freezing in the cold I'm bleeding my pain and my rage on the page Got a bus pa** cause my whip got towed So strapped for cash but I'm still getting blown I kid you not plus my little kid getting grown I get props but need more revenue for my poems Women like the art put they numbers in my phone I broke a few hearts but they still wanna bone I feel like Michael Jackson just leave me the f** alone I'm sick and tired of all that jazz, Jerry Sloan All that glitters ain't meant to be sold Was feeling timid so got the blackberry bold I hide my tears by smiling and rhyming In hopes that one day I'll retire on an island [Hook: M.anifest] [Verse 2: M.anifest] Dreaming of loafers and Ferrari Testarossas I'm so so driven but I never had a chauffeur I wanna think big, dream large, and eat kosher I already told y'all, I'm gifted like bronya Roof over my head, not homeless on a park bench Still here b**hing bout my studio apartment Over worked and under paid, so I'm here getting bent Noodles on my dinner plate, scrambling to pay the rent Last month was hella late, landlord getting tense Bourgie mothers**er, yeah that s**a don't know sense Just cents and dollars, his cars, and his picket fence Oh sh** wait up, I'm turning into a hater I feel anorexic, time to get my weight up Gone till November, so remember don't wait up The fat boys break up, now everyday I wake up I'm living with the wolves, hope my dreams don't get ate up [Hook: M.anifest] [Verse 3: M.anifest] I don't wanna grow old and bitter, liquor soaked liver Talk about how I coulda made stages quiver So my eyes are lit up as i do these sit-ups Success is pricey gotta raise my bid up Gotta raise my kid up, teach him self-esteem Nourish him with ways, he can blow off steam No I in dreams and no I in teams But my third eye is the I that's in king King cobra flow, Minnesota know Ghana man since 19 kojo hoho Madina say my rap deɛ, the whole deho So I dey hose composing anthems, Phillip Gbeho Chances are slim, I'll be old and bitter (never) No dey fit swim, so cry me no rivers Been undermined and misunderstood But I work overtime and won't be overlooked (no more) [Hook: M.anifest]