Curtis Rice - Every 2nd Counts

Everyday I gotta keep it a thou wit me and the fam
First I didn't wanna vlog cause I was involved with jobs that kept me in jams
I was focused on the money instead of making sure my dreams were coming to life
You wanna party and bull fighting at the club?
I swear I ain't coming tonight
Thinking out loud got me over the top
Gossiping just ain't a part of my plot
Profiting and staying positive wit problems piling was making it harder to shop
Overnight is ten plus five
Two sons looking up to me
I refuse to let this broken system raise my young Kings
So it's up to me
Some of y'all came up with me
Most of y'all just showed up
Non-believers say I'm acting funny
The real supporters say I glowed up
Honestly I just growed up and I been up early so you right on time
It's my life and I'm living live
I'm the truth on and offline... like and subscribe

I can't sleep
I want this shit so bad
I can't sleep
I'm losing track of time
It's been a week
Going hard for the bag
I ain't worried bout the freaks
I want this shit so bad
I can't sleep
24 hours for this paper baby
48 hours for this paper baby
They say too much money will make you crazy
Rather be rich and amazing than broke as fuck and lazy

You can call it perfect timing but I say its long overdue that's the truth of the matter
You portray a purpose rhyming
No-one to confide in
With liquor it's harder to stagger
Not much of a bragger
I want what I want cause I want it
It's not cause you got it
Caught up wit a lamb or a rari
I won't say I'm sorry for something exotic
Miss me with the politics
I acknowledge the opposites
Confident
Highly I'm prominent
Obviously every move on the board is mandatory glory
No worries I'm Dominant
Disconnecting your power
My fantasy twisted
It's dark and it's beautiful I admit
So clap for good music
You better say yay Ima legend
No lie that's just common sense
At the end of the day
As long as a start with a strategy, y'all won't be mad at me
Happy I had to be
Anything less guaranteed added up to a tragedy
Every second counts
My way to escape
Just kicking it ain't on my day to day
It's more than a sport
Money, value, progression, cross over, lay up
Then I fade away

I can't sleep
I want this shit so bad
I can't sleep
I'm losing track of time
It's been a week
Going hard for the bag
I ain't worried bout the freaks
I want this shit so bad
I can't sleep
24 hours for this paper baby
48 hours for this paper baby
They say too much money will make you crazy
Rather be rich and amazing than broke as fuck and lazy

Written by:
Curtis Rice

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