Overtime Lyrics by Babyface Ray, Yung Lean is the latest English song from the album “FACE”. Overtime lyrics were written by Doc Playboi, Chosen 1, Jordanprodit, Run It Back Playboi, Carlo Anthony, Gud, Yung Lean & Babyface Ray while the song is produced by Run It Back Playboi, Jordanprodit, Chosen 1, Doc Playboi, Gud & Carlo Anthony.
Overtime Song Details:
| Song | Overtime |
| Album | FACE |
| Singer | Babyface Ray |
| Featuring | Yung Lean |
| Produce by | Run It Back Playboi, Jordanprodit, Chosen 1, Doc Playboi, Gud & Carlo Anthony |
| Lyricist | Doc Playboi, Chosen 1, Jordanprodit, Run It Back Playboi, Carlo Anthony, Gud, Yung Lean & Babyface Ray |
Overtime Lyrics
Can’t open the same door
‘Cause the devil always anarchy
I was drunk and high at the same time
So she couldn’t hear me talking
I’m a pop star with a lot of bars
Velvet hearts in my coffin
And we always working overtime
So there’s no time for nothing
You won’t see us coming
You won’t see me coming
Tilt my head to the sky (Sky high)
I still believe in your eyes (Eyes)
Who the hell is Carlo?
We on top of this shit, it ain’t nothin’
Ace of spades in my cards, so you know we ain’t bluffin’
Concussions in my head since a youngin’
Talkin’ ’bout the Lord like it was somethin’
Say she locked in with me, she don’t really wanna leave
Live a thug life, don’t wanna die to notice me
Fuck what a nigga say, I’m watchin’ what they showin’ me
Fresh as hell, in this life, tend to know it’s me
Everybody can’t go, you can’t go with me
Just to complement the links, it cost me forty-three
We can’t hit the venue ’til I get a party pack (Uh-uh)
If the bitch a eight or better, she can go with me
I was workin’ overtime and they ain’t notice me, yeah, nigga
I was workin’ overtime and they ain’t notice me, nigga
I was workin’ overtime and they ain’t notice me, yeah
Workin’ ’round the clock, homies turned opps
That’s 1150, so be careful ’bout my pop
Connected for forever, really, what’s the drop?
I’m handing P a cream soon as they let him out
Had to wash my hands with the streets, niggas cops
Paperwork party, niggas won’t bring ’em up
Got my hands on it, then we might grab the South
North too, I might get confused, pick a route
Bust a nut, bust another nut, kick her out
Fuck up Neimans, fuck up Saks too, did a lot
What you know ’bout steel? Goin’ when it’s hot
Disrespect, disrespect him back, hit his top
Days gettin’ cold, I got to heat the six
Fam worried ’bout my neph’, shit, he be with me
Did a world tour, scooped a lot of cheese
New season, Human Made heart on my sleeve
Won’t see us coming
No, you won’t see me coming
Tilt my head to the sky, sky high
I still believe in—
Won’t see us coming
No, you won’t see me coming
On top of this shit it ain’t nothin’
She ain’t wanna leave
Say she locked in with me, she don’t really wanna leave
Live a thug life, don’t wanna die to notice me
Fuck what a nigga say, I’m watchin’ what they showin’ me
Fresh as hell, in this life, tend to know it’s me
Everybody can’t go, you can’t go with me
Just to complement the links, it cost me forty-three
We can’t hit the venue ’til I get a party pack (Uh-uh)
If the bitch a eight or better, she can go with me
I was workin’ overtime and they ain’t notice me, yeah, nigga
I was workin’ overtime and they ain’t notice me, nigga
I was workin’ overtime and they ain’t notice me, yeah