Lyrics SadBoyProlific – Overtime

Breana Marin:
Twenty-four-seven, I’ve been workin’ overtime
Ain’t got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it

Twenty-four-seven, I’ve been workin’ overtime
Ain’t got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by

SadBoyProlific:
I would sell my soul for this shit if I fuckin’ had one
Lately, they been tryna rob my wave like I’m the captain
I’m taking all the pain inside my brain and then adaptin’
I’m comin’ out my basement, make my way up to the attic
Spew it and then let it rip
Screw your whole damn regiment
I’m the captain of this rap ship, Where’s my fuckin’ letterman?
Demons have been screamin’ and pleadin’ for me to let ’em in
If you think you’re better, you’re funny like David Letterman
Only time I push the nine-to-five is in the studio
They see that I’m sick as fuck and they don’t have the antidote
Tryna see my placement, swear to God, they need a telescope
Only fifteen, you ain’t ever seen a kid this dope
Never countin’ L’s, yea, we only counting dividends
The game is just another bitch that the kid is slippin’ in

Breana Marin:
Twenty-four-seven, I’ve been workin’ overtime
Ain’t got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by

Twenty-four-seven, I’ve been workin’ overtime
Ain’t got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by

Kam Michael:
Yo, I would sell my soul for this shit, but was born a demon
They suckin’ on the mic, they soundin’ like they swallow semen
Got these people yelling treason
Cause my words are so misleadin’
I’m workin’ hard through every night, I’m feelin’ like I got no reason
Rappers actin’ like they hot, but I’m about to cool ’em off
Find me workin’ on the hit, I’m chillin’ while they actin’ soft
I’m steady makin’ moves, you steady fallin’ off
Bitch, I threw away my life, don’t you ask about (Yeah!) the cost
So I’mma smoke ’em like a bandit
They bad and they couldn’t stand it
I’m about to fuck ’em up with the flow ’cause they been demandin’
I’ve got this shit on panic, I’ve always been involved
They’ve been fuckin’ with the kid, now it’s time to blow the bomb-kit

Breana Marin:
Twenty-four-seven, I’ve been workin’ overtime
Ain’t got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by

Twenty-four-seven, I’ve been workin’ overtime
Ain’t got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by