14.25

14.25 is about work. That 9-5 type work. All I could think is that there’s no way in hell I could do this forever and I’m afraid; music has to get me out of here… but still, working and hustling lights a fire in me. I don’t want to make minimum wage, just wanna be on the cover pages….

Lyrics

All this for nothin’

Heart in my hand tryna make me somethin’, wonderin'

All this for nothin’

Price on my head, take shots

I'm bloody, baby

All this for nothin’

If I do my thing n’ I still don't make it

Don't wanna minimum wage

Just wanna be on the cover pages, baby

This shit takes some time

Ain't no rush, compromise

Sometimes I fantasize

Little bod

Big facade

In my mind

So I pull my ego to the side

Lock my pride deep inside

There's lots to do here in the meantime

A little girl with bigger dreams than where she stows

I don't really care ‘bout pretty things n fancy clothes

Wouldn't it be nice to have a house n' bills are paid

N’ the grass is always greener in our garden where we lay

Planting flowers that be growing to the sun

Conversating bout ideas till the mornin' hours come

And the little little ones

With some cleaner air to breathe

Away from ruckus n’ the chaos that be out here

Wouldn't that be good?

Wouldn't that be nice?

Cause this I dream

Comes with a price

For my verses to write a cheque well that's the dream

And for everyone I love

Their tummies full and mommas free

Hear my music playin’ in mans car next to me

And my lover by my side grow together every day

Is all this for nothin’?

Heart in my hand tryna make me somethin’, wonderin'

If all this for nothin’

Price on my head, take shots

I'm bloody, baby

Is all this for nothin’?

If I do my thing n’ I still don't make it

Don't wanna minimum wage

Just wanna be on the cover pages, baby

Don't wanna minimum wage

Just wanna be on cover pages, baby

Is all this for nothing?