King’s Blues Big K.R.I.T. (Ft. Erykah Badu)

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T. & (Erykah Badu)]
I got no time to waste
I got more bills to pay
I got more mouths to feed now, now, now
I got no time to play
I got no need to stay
When ain't no money around, round, round
What's a king without a crown?
(Time's a wastin')
What's a car without some sound?
(Don't you take your time, young man)

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
Never been on that silly sucka shit
Rather ride pimped out four-doors
With the wood-grain dashboard, and a rim that sits swole
And the embroidered headrest
Yeah, that be dead fresh
In your ear like headsets
Sleepy eye, forever grind, no bed rest
I can't depend on that next check 'cause it ain't bout shit
The type of broke that got me searching through my mama's couch
For some loose change, got that dollar menu
McDouble, a small fry, lemonade and sweet tea blended
Now here it is Monday, will that get me through 'til Wednesday?
It’ll kill them hunger pains even though it ain't fulfilling
I make do with what God give me, and I take it day by day
I would come by more often, but I can't stay, 'cause...