Oddisee - A List of Withouts lyrics

[Verse 1] One time for setbacks One time for progress Have hatred for the matrix or fall in love with the process Not enough sleep and, way too many prospects Always feeling fatigue but I have yet to need alarm set I'm just bout the realest of things Ain't that the logic? Lie awake with a dream and then fall asleep with a concept I hear a lot of chatter about hustling on the daily But when did the discussion come pay me? Never This the man that's behind the words that do whatever it takes I'm not too proud to eat the scrapings off plates Turn your nose up You're missing out What this about? Having holdups? Well you can eat the chips on your shoulder Know what That ain't something that you can learn But on the way you could earn Rode through the fixes and the clenches Never make a U-Turn And if you do You ain't ready for what anything cost Youngin' you soft Run along with your loss and step off [Hook] You ain't got the sk**s for this Nah, you ain't got the build for this Nah, you ain't got the real for this You ain't got the chill for this Nah, you ain't got the smarts for this Nah, you ain't got the art for this You ain't got the ear for this Nah, you ain't got the tears for this Nah, you ain't got the fear for this You ain't got the years for this Nah, you ain't got the heart for this Nah, you ain't got the heart for this Turn it up [Verse 2] When do I not have a lot on my mind Contemplating what to do with my time I'm pursuing a grind that runs faster than my pa**ion and I'm Tryna match it with the habit to shine Money coming and going Predict the pattern what I'm tryna define Already knowing is a tragic decline Before the show end Show up with a "I know what" instead of "why" The answer ain't in the sky don't expect a reply I'm just expecting decline I'm scared to d**h that This the best I'ma get before God come and collect his breath back Lakeen yakhi fluse biad, nas Al muslameen al haqikha gareeb So I don't sweat that I got a lot of blessings at stake And I would hate to take them all in the vein Like I was shooting up base I'm in the trap you might know it as states A Murryland boy who wants the world to rejoice at my recording of tapes Y'all don't hear me why [Hook] [Verse 3] My mother worked the register all the way through her pregnancy Less than a week from getting me she was working to better me Pop's selling coke out on Lanny Park in the 70's He hustled for the struggle to stop the troubles ahead of me That's when he had a diner off of New Hampshire Ave Didn't last, Reaganomics set the market to crash When I'm back home I always make a point to go past To see the spot as a reminder of how the good could go bad This the world that I inherited Furthered it through the murderous week, and meager the nervousness Look at me I'm impervious Take your best shot and make sure that I'm done Cause if I'm not I'll come back to take the life from your lungs I fight The Good Fight The merits of my actions is slow Overnight: Nothing worth it would grow This I learned from the modest of folks Fake artists with your targets' to blow Y'all implode We ain't guarding your soul Yeah [Hook]