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kero1 - my devotion lyrics

[hook]
i knew that you couldn’t see my devotions, “oh oh oh ohhh”
i knew that you wouldn’t see my emotions, “oh ohhhh”
i knew that you couldn’t see my devotions, “oh oh oh ohhh”
i knew that you wouldn’t see my emotions, “emotions”

[verse 1]
i’m yawning, 6 in the morning
gotta get to cl-ss at the crack of dawn and
though i have no clue what these cl-sses will do for me
that teacher ain’t fooling me, and her book ain’t schooling me
i was late to her cl-ss, so i’mma get har-ssed, pardon me as i stumble in foolishly
but i better get my act straight g, my pops don’t play see, lately
he been askin’ for my grades, if i bring home a “c” i’ll be given more beats than jay-z
cause i got more beats than rihanna, i mean those hits that’ll take me to bahamas
working in my studio, late night pajamas, hoping that my parents could see my nirvana, but…

[hook]

[verse 2]
punch in punch out were my options
there were times when i wish i meant boxing
but i’m talking crunchin’ numbers like once a month for this job in austin
the rest of days i’m a slave to my boss and he’s a slave to his boss who ain’t awesome
around the office everyone was cautious, but behind his back called him the rat or the possum
he favored all the sales dudes, over slave dudes, he said they make miracles like jesus
it’s a miracle, he only saw my flaws
and the only raise i saw was his brow when he paid you
i guess i’ll go back to working on this railroad
all the live long day, and if he can’t see my value
he’ll get two weeks to convince me to stay, or i’ll say…

[hook]

[verse 3]
man it’s late, bout 9, time to ring that phone
wifey ain’t gonna like me, if i’m not back home
many nights, the family’s been waiting up alone
the bills are piling up, soon the kid’s will be grown
if i can get this raise then my face will be glowing
most nights, spent fighting, with the wifey while showing
8 months pregnant, time flies like a boeing
flippin’ job jugglin’, cirque du soleil
if i was a musician, at least work has some play
but now, i heard its all work and no pay
rest in peace, music sales in the grave
oh well, can’t dwell, i’mma corporate slave
drinking minute maid, with federal minimal aid
my lady’s in my ear bout our minimum wage
she don’t see my hustle, and she can’t seem to wait
my knees bout to buckle carrying this weight

- kero1 lyrics

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