Hustlin' Songtext
von John Craigie
Hustlin' Songtext
I always wanted to be a healer and give out medicine
I was too dumb to be a doctor so I do this
They say your dream job won′t pay your bills
They said change your dream but I just changed my bills
I'm hustlin′, baby
Some people braggin' about how rich they are
Some people cryin' about how poor they are
I do my best to hide from it all
There′s always a little bit of hummus and a couch to sleep on
I′ve been sneakin' into clubs, singing my shit
I don′t know how I'm still alive but I ain′t dead yet
I'm hustlin′, baby
You and I both know that it's tough out here
I get advice from musicians, I get advice from thieves
Sometimes it's totally different, sometimes it′s the same thing
Steal a lot from one person and they call the cops
Steal a little from everyone, you rise to the top
I′m hustlin', baby
And the government wants me to give ′em some cash
Money I used to have but I no longer have
Just cause I made it don't mean I saved it
I ain′t that smart, I ain't that complacent
And you′re the last people I wanna give it to
I don't trust how you spend it, you don't spend it like I do
I got a little bit of money for a little bit of thrills
I′m paying my rent in dollar bills
I′m hustlin', baby
You and I both know that it′s tough out here
I don't know how I′m gonna find ya, babe it's hard for me
You′re always 2,000 miles from wherever I play
And you want some kids, maybe I want em too
Can we get ourselves a old one, maybe 22
Ain't got no college loans, ain't got no other debts too
He could smoke with me, he could drink with you
He could be my drummer, David Crosby does that
He didn′t raise his kids neither, honey, how ′bout that
I'm hustlin′, baby
You and I both know that it's tough out here
I always wanted to be a healer and give out medicine
I was too dumb to be a doctor so I do this
I was too dumb to be a doctor so I do this
They say your dream job won′t pay your bills
They said change your dream but I just changed my bills
I'm hustlin′, baby
Some people braggin' about how rich they are
Some people cryin' about how poor they are
I do my best to hide from it all
There′s always a little bit of hummus and a couch to sleep on
I′ve been sneakin' into clubs, singing my shit
I don′t know how I'm still alive but I ain′t dead yet
I'm hustlin′, baby
You and I both know that it's tough out here
I get advice from musicians, I get advice from thieves
Sometimes it's totally different, sometimes it′s the same thing
Steal a lot from one person and they call the cops
Steal a little from everyone, you rise to the top
I′m hustlin', baby
And the government wants me to give ′em some cash
Money I used to have but I no longer have
Just cause I made it don't mean I saved it
I ain′t that smart, I ain't that complacent
And you′re the last people I wanna give it to
I don't trust how you spend it, you don't spend it like I do
I got a little bit of money for a little bit of thrills
I′m paying my rent in dollar bills
I′m hustlin', baby
You and I both know that it′s tough out here
I don't know how I′m gonna find ya, babe it's hard for me
You′re always 2,000 miles from wherever I play
And you want some kids, maybe I want em too
Can we get ourselves a old one, maybe 22
Ain't got no college loans, ain't got no other debts too
He could smoke with me, he could drink with you
He could be my drummer, David Crosby does that
He didn′t raise his kids neither, honey, how ′bout that
I'm hustlin′, baby
You and I both know that it's tough out here
I always wanted to be a healer and give out medicine
I was too dumb to be a doctor so I do this
Writer(s): John Harrold Iii Craigie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com