Cade Media - T.M.C.B. (Things Money Can't Buy) lyrics

[Intro] [Verse1] I got to work on my cardio This young heart of mine Ain't good enough to see the world through my daughters eyes I'm still a kid myself I need to learn some sh** I should just burn me one So I can get a grip Done done a lot of things that I just can't let bother me Walking this skyscraper tightrope If I fall and don't float say buy to Deem I'll never try to fly off the strength of my daughters wings And I done stopped trying to clip my fathers wings You don't know me dog so you don't owe me dog So you don't owe me dog You don't got to go searching your soul for me I release you from all of the pain you caused But don't you ever go asking for some dough from me Meditation is the key, let your soul just be Let your hue just show Let your faith bench press Watch your hopes undress And all your goals just reach Either go for broke or be mediocre I got way to many examples of why that's wrong for me I came through the door Like no overcompensation I ain't bring no hoes with.... [Hook] Boy you out of diapers huh? Everything's a cycle huh? All the disrespect you sow you reap Everybody wants to be the king of the hill But the head must know how to be the feet And your eyes should know how to see the truth And your heart should know how to feel the beat My your blood keep you tied to your roots Put the right amount of water on your seeds [Verse2] I got to work on my cardio This young heart of mines Ain't good enough to see the world without a dollar sign Nothing I want for free, I got mouths to feed A piece of paper that tells me what my job should be But that's not what I'm on I just share my soul, so I don't sell my soul But then again I do So what you want from me I ahh choo my flu I just spew my germs into the open airways so comfortably Mamma ain't raise no thug Most of my role models was, we sold lots of things Like windy city in December they don't got degrees Taught me more than I learned in all of school combined Pitter patter of little feet on my kitchen tile, reminding me I could relax at a different time I'm a rolling stone only for rolling stone Not {be}cause I'm chasing tail I'm coming right back home Ain't leaving sh** behind I write the script myself I paint the picture fine I always kiss and tell So my lips won't touch cheeks To skip ahead in line [Hook] Boy you out of diapers huh? Everything's a cycle huh? All the disrespect you sow you reap Everybody wants to be the king of the hill But the head must know how to be the feet And your eyes should know how to see the truth And your heart should know how to feel the beat My your blood keep you tied to your roots Put the right amount of water on your seeds