Waiting For My Time To Come

by TopBananas

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Original TopBananas song featured in the online digi-novel Please Use Rear Exit (www.pleaseuserearexit.net) by Brandon Perkins (Award-winning music critic/former Senior Editor of Urb Magazine).

Watch the music video at: vimeo.com/19549223

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Intro:
Good morning, good evening, and good afternoon/
Whatever it is where you is, this is for everybody with a hustle/
Now I know you're out there working the graveyard shift, or maybe you're doing 7 to 7 in a hospital, but it doesn't matter. As long as you getting that blue collar dollar/
So this goes out to all my servers with a dream putting up with some bullsh^t for tips/
And oh yeah. If you're riding the bus, Please Use Rear Exit (Skinny B)

Verse 1:
Another day of monotony, feels like i'm playing Monopoly/ Trynna make stacks and some property, while I make tracks so they all can see/ The talent that God had offered me, I got skills/ Like I got milk in my morning cereal/ Honey Nut Cheerios in circles I go, handed out beats at everybody show/ Do I get a call or an email, no (no)/ Back to the drawing board a n^gga gotta blow (blow)/ Sold a few beats but that money been gone, I better see my name in the credits of the song/ Taking too long, that's what they all say/ Got they hands out for a road they ain't pave/ But before I die living life as a slave i'mma go against the grain like a young'n trynna shave.

Chorus:
Working in the in the corner, peaking over shoulders, waiting for my time to come (listen baby)/
Working in the corner, peeking over shoulders, waiting for my time to, waiting for my time to come.

Verse 2:
I'm just trynna make minimum wage, from what's written a page, cook it then flip it on the stage/ Timeless. It could never age but we're living in an age of limited days/ Ichabod Crane it's a headless game. Wanna get a head, give head and blow brains/ But I don't do that so I guess I gotta pay, I guess I gotta work and guess I can't play/ So now I gotta job but a n^gga getting robbed, 'cause i'm not doing what i'm feeling in my heart/ Physically fed, soulfully starved, mentally scarred trynna live amongst stars.

Chorus

Verse 3:
(And there) Ain't no mountain high, that I can't climb/ Just gotta take it one grind at a time, and everyday live it like i'm finna die/ I done worked at URB now I need the cover of Fader, but sh^t's Complex when you trynna Scratch haters/ The feeling's Nah Right 'til i'm on Rap's Radar and All of Hip Hop knows the kid got flavor/ (Ugh) I'm more like a primate and Zebras are Food. And it don't matter if they black or white they finna move/ It's so Brute-i-ful when a plan comes through, like if I get a post on Kanye U/ So watch how I cut and Paste, everything i've learned where I was raised/ Coming from The 305, yeah I know You Heard That New, Stuff Fly People Like now let me bid this place adieu.

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released January 17, 2011
Written by: TopBananas
Produced by: TopBananas and SpillProof
Mixed by: Scott Friedman
Additional mixing: SpillProof

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TopBananas California

Musical chameleon, drunk off the feeling of the bassline peeling down the frets of my spine. Virginia born, Florida raised, Cali resident with Jamaican roots.

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