Devin The Dude - Greater Later lyrics

[Chorus: Devin the Dude] It's gonna be greater later It's gonna be fine It just take a little time [J-Zone Speaking] Damn cousin. Why you eatin' a turkey neck sand which for? What's on your mind n***a? sh** [Verse One: Devin the Dude] Spittin' out the spinal cord of a turkey neck Waitin' for the phone to ring but ain't no work yet Get up off the couch, take a sh** and I think Of how I'm gonna go the whole day without a drink While I'm writin' I get excited about the weed that I have Up two days straight, maybe I need me a bath It seems that I'm trapped In a life that I love I might get a buzz You know acceptance from the critics and skeptics I hop off in the car, but the car won't start My transmission needs fixin' My sh** won't go forward So I reverse it all the way to the shop And get out I ask him to fix it (naw, no dice man) Check my brakes, it's hard to stop (Hell no n***a, gimmie my money) I jog back to my house I ask him to hold onto my keys I'll pay you man, c'mon please It's 32 degrees And all I have is this turtle neck sweater And this cold weather I know it's gonna get better [Chorus: x2] [J-Zone speaking] Damn man. I definitely can relate to you. I'm goin' through some sh** myself Give me a little bit of that turkey neck sand which. It looks pretty good f** it [Verse Two: J-Zone] I dig deep into my pockets all my bucks is spent I'm diggin' deeper and still comin' up with lent I got three parking tickets That's three fifteen I owe the city, so I go hustle some beat CDs Gave out ten last week Sounds sweet to me But they all wantin' beats for free I need cash and a 9 to 5 ain't an option to get some I've been fired more times then George Jetson So I'm waitin' by the phone [J-Ro] Can I speak to J-Zone [J-Zone] Talkin' bout he paid me a G to come and play this show I'm out the door In the route to Manhattan And my car is overheatin' on Can*l The hood is smokin' Stuck in traffic And ain't no antifreeze so I use tap water That should hold me till I see this promoter And get my scratch from him Hit the stage, grab the mic and get booed I don't give a f** I just took advice from the Dude I just smiled, took a bow and took a pee in the crowd Went to go get my show fee so I can be out But the promoter done split Ain't that some sh** And I'm hungry for a tuna fish sand which with chips And I'm diggin' through my pockets for some Subway clips You need eight to get a freebie but I only got six I got clowned by some b**h "I heard you sick of bein' rich" Say, "Hey b**h, let me borrow Ha, I'll pay you back tomorrow" It's ahhhh... [Chorus] [Outro: J-Zone] Yo man f** it. My car is in the shop My hoes are lookin' chopped. I don't care though