Used To - Spose, J Spin

I’m a night owl, and a early bird

You need two stones, to get me to stop it

I’m used to, not sleeping

My pillow thinks that I’m cheating on it

Got mansions all on my checklist

No time to chill or watch Netflix

Me and Joey on a mission

I’ll play every position

Plus I’m coaching, bro don’t question my devotion

I’m approaching other levels so they hate again

I don’t blink at little children, what’s my age again?

I guess they thought that I was buried, 'cause my face was looking furry

Wasn’t worried, I’m like Stephen Curry when he played for Davidson

I’m overworked and underrated, but I’m used to it

Everybody else sucks, shouldn’t do music

Even when I’m joking, there’s truth to it

I’m always working, so I

Keep my hands dirty, need to get in the h&er

I’m fine, but never satisfied, you know, can’t get no

Driving automatic, but I’m setting the standard

I went from playing Sanford to San Francisco

Octane alert like amber

You can’t see the trees through the forest

Don’t you wish I had my horoscope?

Cancer

People don’t try, people don’t try

Whoops, now your chance gone by

Can you tell me why

Why everything gotta be about you?

Now you ain’t getting love, and you see how much we do

This something we getting used to, damn

Into nothing I wouldn’t choose to

We bout to set our crew loose

Used to, damn

Into nothing I wouldn’t choose to

Bout to set our crew loose

Ayup

Okay

The old shit our crew’ll do is new to you

We heard «oh"s all around us like a hula hoop

Man, I feel like my medulla grew, the shit that I maneuvered through

I’m feeling like a supergroup (Spizzy)

When I first had my epiphany while whippin' my vehicular

I’ll write blue collar symphonies, my people in particular

Detail it specifically, not lying like a senator

Got ice in my periphery, I’m cold, single integer

Man, my moves been enumerated, you been looking agitated

Gravitated to some people who could pay me

I made some albums, made some babies

You were lazy, sitting, bitching

I slid in like it was lubricated

So who’s debating?

You don’t work and you’re a pussy like your neutered baby

I’m from Maine, my flow Hawaii, get the ukulele

And then what?

And tell me why

Why everything gotta be about you?

Now you ain’t getting love, and you see how much we do

This something we getting used to, damn

Into nothing I wouldn’t choose to

We bout to set our crew loose

Used to, damn

Into nothing I wouldn’t choose to

'Bout to set our crew loose

Ooh do noo

I woke up on my sofa, no there’s no place like home

Told my mama I’m sober

Then I called Joe on the phone

I said we got no time to hang around, aye

The stupid check our bank accounts

Go 'head let it ride for a minute

God damn

Wells, Maine in this bitch

J Spin

Peter, Maine Gretsky

God.Damn.Chan

God.Damn.Chan's from like Standish, though