Song | My Devotion |
Artist | Kero One |
Album | Kinetic World |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Chorus: | |
I knew that you couldn’t see my devotions, “oh oh oh ohhh” | |
I knew that you wouldn’t see my emotions, “oh ohhhh” | |
I knew that you couldn’t see my devotions, “oh oh oh ohhh” | |
I knew that you wouldn’t see my emotions, “emotions” | |
Verse 1 | |
I’m yawning, 6 in the morning | |
Gotta get to class at the crack of dawn and | |
Though I have no clue what these classes will do for me | |
That teacher AIN’T Foolin me, and her book AIN’T schoolin me, | |
I was late to her class, so I’mma get harassed , pardon me as I stumble in foolishly | |
But I better get my act straight G, my pops don’t play see, lately | |
He been askin’ FOR my grades, If I bring home a “C” I’ll be given more beats than Jay-Z, | |
’cause I got more beats than rihanna, I mean those hits that’ll take me to Bahamas | |
Working in my studio, late night pajamas, hoping that my parents could see my nirvana, but… | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2 | |
Punch in punch out were my options, | |
There were times when I wish I meant boxing, | |
but I’m talking crunchin’ numbers like once a month for this job in Austin, | |
The rest of days I’m a slave to my boss and he’s a slave to his boss who AIN’T awesome, | |
around the office everyone was cautious, but behind his back called him the rat or the possum, | |
He favored all the sales dudes, over slave dudes, he said they make miracles like Jesus | |
It’s a miracle, he only saw my flaws, | |
and the only raise I saw was his brow when he paid you, | |
I guess I’ll go back to working on this railroad | |
All the live long day, and if he can’t see my value, | |
He’ll get two weeks to convince me to stay, or I’ll say… | |
Verse 3 | |
man its late, bout 9, time to ring that phone | |
Wifey ain’t gonna like me, if I’m not back home | |
many nights, the family’s been waiting up alone, | |
the bills are piling up, soon the kid’s will be grown, | |
if I can get this raise then my face will be glowing, | |
most nights, spent fighting, with the wifey while showing, | |
8 months pregnant, time flies like a Boeing, | |
Flippin’ Job jugglin’ , cirque du soleil | |
If I was a musician, at least Work has some play, | |
But now, I heard its all work and no pay, | |
rest in peace, Music sales in the grave, | |
Oh well, can’t dwell, i’m a corporate slave, | |
Drinking minute maid, with federal Minimal aid | |
my lady’s in my ear bout our minimum wage, | |
she don’t see my hustle, and she cant seem to wait, | |
my knees bout to buckle carrying this weight | |
what’s that noise? Oh it’s just a dream? I’m still 22? That’s a relief... |
Chorus: | |
I knew that you couldn' t see my devotions, " oh oh oh ohhh" | |
I knew that you wouldn' t see my emotions, " oh ohhhh" | |
I knew that you couldn' t see my devotions, " oh oh oh ohhh" | |
I knew that you wouldn' t see my emotions, " emotions" | |
Verse 1 | |
I' m yawning, 6 in the morning | |
Gotta get to class at the crack of dawn and | |
Though I have no clue what these classes will do for me | |
That teacher AIN' T Foolin me, and her book AIN' T schoolin me, | |
I was late to her class, so I' mma get harassed , pardon me as I stumble in foolishly | |
But I better get my act straight G, my pops don' t play see, lately | |
He been askin' FOR my grades, If I bring home a " C" I' ll be given more beats than JayZ, | |
' cause I got more beats than rihanna, I mean those hits that' ll take me to Bahamas | |
Working in my studio, late night pajamas, hoping that my parents could see my nirvana, but | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2 | |
Punch in punch out were my options, | |
There were times when I wish I meant boxing, | |
but I' m talking crunchin' numbers like once a month for this job in Austin, | |
The rest of days I' m a slave to my boss and he' s a slave to his boss who AIN' T awesome, | |
around the office everyone was cautious, but behind his back called him the rat or the possum, | |
He favored all the sales dudes, over slave dudes, he said they make miracles like Jesus | |
It' s a miracle, he only saw my flaws, | |
and the only raise I saw was his brow when he paid you, | |
I guess I' ll go back to working on this railroad | |
All the live long day, and if he can' t see my value, | |
He' ll get two weeks to convince me to stay, or I' ll say | |
Verse 3 | |
man its late, bout 9, time to ring that phone | |
Wifey ain' t gonna like me, if I' m not back home | |
many nights, the family' s been waiting up alone, | |
the bills are piling up, soon the kid' s will be grown, | |
if I can get this raise then my face will be glowing, | |
most nights, spent fighting, with the wifey while showing, | |
8 months pregnant, time flies like a Boeing, | |
Flippin' Job jugglin' , cirque du soleil | |
If I was a musician, at least Work has some play, | |
But now, I heard its all work and no pay, | |
rest in peace, Music sales in the grave, | |
Oh well, can' t dwell, i' m a corporate slave, | |
Drinking minute maid, with federal Minimal aid | |
my lady' s in my ear bout our minimum wage, | |
she don' t see my hustle, and she cant seem to wait, | |
my knees bout to buckle carrying this weight | |
what' s that noise? Oh it' s just a dream? I' m still 22? That' s a relief... |
Chorus: | |
I knew that you couldn' t see my devotions, " oh oh oh ohhh" | |
I knew that you wouldn' t see my emotions, " oh ohhhh" | |
I knew that you couldn' t see my devotions, " oh oh oh ohhh" | |
I knew that you wouldn' t see my emotions, " emotions" | |
Verse 1 | |
I' m yawning, 6 in the morning | |
Gotta get to class at the crack of dawn and | |
Though I have no clue what these classes will do for me | |
That teacher AIN' T Foolin me, and her book AIN' T schoolin me, | |
I was late to her class, so I' mma get harassed , pardon me as I stumble in foolishly | |
But I better get my act straight G, my pops don' t play see, lately | |
He been askin' FOR my grades, If I bring home a " C" I' ll be given more beats than JayZ, | |
' cause I got more beats than rihanna, I mean those hits that' ll take me to Bahamas | |
Working in my studio, late night pajamas, hoping that my parents could see my nirvana, but | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2 | |
Punch in punch out were my options, | |
There were times when I wish I meant boxing, | |
but I' m talking crunchin' numbers like once a month for this job in Austin, | |
The rest of days I' m a slave to my boss and he' s a slave to his boss who AIN' T awesome, | |
around the office everyone was cautious, but behind his back called him the rat or the possum, | |
He favored all the sales dudes, over slave dudes, he said they make miracles like Jesus | |
It' s a miracle, he only saw my flaws, | |
and the only raise I saw was his brow when he paid you, | |
I guess I' ll go back to working on this railroad | |
All the live long day, and if he can' t see my value, | |
He' ll get two weeks to convince me to stay, or I' ll say | |
Verse 3 | |
man its late, bout 9, time to ring that phone | |
Wifey ain' t gonna like me, if I' m not back home | |
many nights, the family' s been waiting up alone, | |
the bills are piling up, soon the kid' s will be grown, | |
if I can get this raise then my face will be glowing, | |
most nights, spent fighting, with the wifey while showing, | |
8 months pregnant, time flies like a Boeing, | |
Flippin' Job jugglin' , cirque du soleil | |
If I was a musician, at least Work has some play, | |
But now, I heard its all work and no pay, | |
rest in peace, Music sales in the grave, | |
Oh well, can' t dwell, i' m a corporate slave, | |
Drinking minute maid, with federal Minimal aid | |
my lady' s in my ear bout our minimum wage, | |
she don' t see my hustle, and she cant seem to wait, | |
my knees bout to buckle carrying this weight | |
what' s that noise? Oh it' s just a dream? I' m still 22? That' s a relief... |