Sometimes Songtext
von Cory Mo

Time keeps passing by
Ain′t getting no younger, ain't asking why
Wise man once told me to stay on your grind
Don′t fuck around and get left behind

Solo on every set

Bet I don't ever fret
Of whom shall I fear?
Guess I ain't met ′em yet
Still on that same shit
Success, nothing less
Sipping purp, blowing orange on my SS

Same hood, same homies, just more bills
And threw 96 inches on my four wheels
When I was younger, I always wanted a gold grill
Them old heads, they kept it so real
Early 90s, going hard on that block like O′Neal
The harder way before a driver, the softer make your nose bleed
That was the era where snitching would get your ho killed
Laws get broken, hearts broken cause we broke still


Went to sleep to the sound of strays as my serenade
My nerves fucked up to this day but that was where I played

Same spot niggas post up all day everyday
Selling everything just trying to get a pair of J's

And this why a nigga have a chip on his shoulder sometimes
That′s why I be short sometimes
That's why I don′t wanna talk sometimes
That's why I play it super cool sometimes
And this why

Time keeps passing by
Ain′t getting no younger, ain't asking why
Wise man once told me to stay on your grind
Don't fuck around and get left behind

It was all good about a month ago

Everything was on the up and up but now it′s slow
Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down
If I ain′t feeling your vibe, I'ma just move around
Wise man once told me stay on your grind
Or fuck around and get left behind, he wasn′t lying
Cause half of my partners is dead or even locked up


Even the ones that blew up is even washed up
Life sucks, but the world keeps spinning, don't it?
If you ain′t putting in the work, then you don't really want it
So you can keep your fake handshakes, I don′t condone it
But if you talking 'bout some money, call me in the morning
For real, just business, never personal, homie
All I got in this world is my word and my cajones
Ride with me or watch me do it by my lonely
Gotta learn to separate the fake from the phony
The fake from the phony

And this why a nigga have a chip on his shoulder sometimes
That's why I be short sometimes
That′s why I don′t wanna talk sometimes
That's why I play it super cool sometimes
And this why

Time keeps passing by
Ain′t getting no younger, ain't asking why
Wise man once told me to stay on your grind
Don′t fuck around and get left behind

Nigga could've had a breakdown two weeks ago
Was on that Drizzy trust issues with my own dudes
I′m in some situations I don't always feel cool
My nigga telling me go get it, it be hard though

Trying to rap, go hard, still got a job though
Although it's close, shit feel like it′s far though

Every rapper want a slam new car though
Or pay our bills at least
You Hollywood, you can′t do it for free
And I ain't asking a motherfucker for shit, I saw what time it was
You get respect when you grinding, cuz
Cool club, where you find me, cuz
I spared out, I be doing shit for niggas
Nigga, don′t be looking out
Same dog rolling with me, been with me
My nigga G say I'm jaded, I ain′t jaded, I'm just fed up

Staying focused, always trying to get my bread up
Took some hard blows, they like, "Scotty, keep your head up"

And this why a nigga have a chip on his shoulder sometimes
That′s why I be short sometimes
That's why I don't wanna talk sometimes
That′s why I play it super cool sometimes
And this why

Time keeps passing by
Ain′t getting no younger, ain't asking why
Wise man once told me to stay on your grind
Don′t fuck around and get left behind