Sam Cook

Yeah, check this out right here, yeah

You, for them you worry for

Looking for the right situation

Occupation, sick of wastin', so much time to waitin'

Losing patience what ever heard

Tryin' to raise up my vibration

With the most I havin' enough conversation

Work on the planet get this paper

I won't fade it, I offer this bird

Sam Cook till the mills made

I wasn't sleeping and I still ain't

Catch me creeping when it's real late

Catch me creeping when it's real late

Lookin' for the right type of deal that's really true

To my interview

Not the kind word you ask for questions

But I'm asking you just to speak the truth

Get these fucking bills paid

Sam Cook till the mills made

I wasn't sleeping and I still ain't

Catch me creeping when it's real late

Catch me creeping when it's real late

Catch me creeping in my spaceship

Yeah, I'm talkin' about my body

Yeah, I'm talkin' metaphysics

Yeah, I'm wanna them space pimps

Pimping flows, that's my hobby

Gettin' dough, that's my hobby binder, hustler since '86

Since I came home my mama body

Try to win this fucking lottery

Win the sweepstakes, drip, till I wake up in a Bugatti

And till angel be hobby like

Uh, get these fucking bills paid

Oh, Sam Cook till the mills made

I wasn't sleeping and I still ain't

Catch me creeping when it's real late

Catch me creeping when it's real late

Get these fucking bills paid

Sam Cook till the mills made

I wasn't sleeping and I still ain't

Catch me creeping when it's real late