Released: March 31, 2015
Songwriter: J Gramm Wale
Producer: J Gramm
[Skit: Wale & Jerry Seinfeld]
Time to clock in, baby
Yeah
You ready?
Yes, I was ready last time
We gon' call this "The Intro About Nothing."
It's gon' go like this:
[Intro: Wale]
La la
La la, la la
[Chorus: Wale]
Lord, my all, what you think of it? (La la)
Been on this long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything (La la, la la)
(Start the show) I think it’s ‘bout time that I sing of nothing
[Verse 1: Wale]
Sipping wine, sipping wine, 'cause my Henny finished
Hard to be friendly with women who seen too many niggas
So I keep my circle small, you need reduction
Never too much friends, what is your circumference?
Swear to God, times is hard, but they gettin' better
Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive
Gabbana made the level, and I never missed a supper
But still my hunger's like a fucking model at a buffet
And with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better
But dollar signs never mind any Cupid's arrow
And if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks
And leave the room when a nigga try sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild nigga living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm destined to be, they keep saying, "Grow up"
[Chorus: Wale]
Lord, my all, what you think of it?
You been on this long road accumulating luggage
And as time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it’s ‘bout time that we sing of nothing, wassup?
Been on this long road accumulating luggage
And as time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it’s ‘bout time that I sing of nothing, go
Go
[Verse 2: Wale]
I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I need my boo to keep my shit in check
And shit get easier when dreams of chasing respect
Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set
Getting high, getting by as my mind fly
Just bought my homie a Rollie simply to pass time
And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your side
And if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five
Severed ties with any nigga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music
And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish
You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly
Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud
It's a shame niggas lame, but I'ma hold it down
Let my bread roll, never let my friends go
That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your fucking crown
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell these niggas I'ma get 'em e'ry other time
Young, wild niggas sit in your seat
Know every weekend every liquor for free from Chilli Bowl to Phillippe
Necklace so chilly, bitch, I sow what I reap
Double M Genius, make these bitches so deep
I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my cardio in the audio, you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets
Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit when you pee, hold up
[Bridge: Choir, Wale]
La la, la la
I figure
La la, la la
They don't care nothing 'bout albums
La la, la la
So why not give 'em an album
La la, la la
About—ha ha
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)
Hey
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)
You better sing that shit, nigga
La la, la la (Hey, hey, hey)
Woo
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)
This how you start the ma'fucking show
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)
My fourth joint in a row
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)
The moon's in the motherfuckin' sky
La la, la la (Hey, hey)
Alright, hey
La la, la la
[Chorus: Wale]
Lord, my all, what you think of it?
You been on this long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it's 'bout time that we sing of nothing, wassup?
Been on this long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it's 'bout time that I sing of nothing
[Violin Outro: Peter Lee Johnson]
Time to clock in, baby
Yeah
You ready?
Yes, I was ready last time
We gon' call this "The Intro About Nothing."
It's gon' go like this:
[Intro: Wale]
La la
La la, la la
[Chorus: Wale]
Lord, my all, what you think of it? (La la)
Been on this long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything (La la, la la)
(Start the show) I think it’s ‘bout time that I sing of nothing
[Verse 1: Wale]
Sipping wine, sipping wine, 'cause my Henny finished
Hard to be friendly with women who seen too many niggas
So I keep my circle small, you need reduction
Never too much friends, what is your circumference?
Swear to God, times is hard, but they gettin' better
Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive
Gabbana made the level, and I never missed a supper
But still my hunger's like a fucking model at a buffet
And with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better
But dollar signs never mind any Cupid's arrow
And if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks
And leave the room when a nigga try sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild nigga living the dream
Although I'm not who I'm destined to be, they keep saying, "Grow up"
[Chorus: Wale]
Lord, my all, what you think of it?
You been on this long road accumulating luggage
And as time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it’s ‘bout time that we sing of nothing, wassup?
Been on this long road accumulating luggage
And as time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it’s ‘bout time that I sing of nothing, go
Go
[Verse 2: Wale]
I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet
But in fact I do, I need my boo to keep my shit in check
And shit get easier when dreams of chasing respect
Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set
Getting high, getting by as my mind fly
Just bought my homie a Rollie simply to pass time
And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your side
And if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five
Severed ties with any nigga who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes
But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music
And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish
You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly
Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud
It's a shame niggas lame, but I'ma hold it down
Let my bread roll, never let my friends go
That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your fucking crown
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell these niggas I'ma get 'em e'ry other time
Young, wild niggas sit in your seat
Know every weekend every liquor for free from Chilli Bowl to Phillippe
Necklace so chilly, bitch, I sow what I reap
Double M Genius, make these bitches so deep
I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
Put my cardio in the audio, you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets
Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit when you pee, hold up
[Bridge: Choir, Wale]
La la, la la
I figure
La la, la la
They don't care nothing 'bout albums
La la, la la
So why not give 'em an album
La la, la la
About—ha ha
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)
Hey
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)
You better sing that shit, nigga
La la, la la (Hey, hey, hey)
Woo
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)
This how you start the ma'fucking show
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)
My fourth joint in a row
La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey)
The moon's in the motherfuckin' sky
La la, la la (Hey, hey)
Alright, hey
La la, la la
[Chorus: Wale]
Lord, my all, what you think of it?
You been on this long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it's 'bout time that we sing of nothing, wassup?
Been on this long road accumulating luggage
As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it's 'bout time that I sing of nothing
[Violin Outro: Peter Lee Johnson]