Nothing To Worry About Lyrics - Back To The Feature - Wale

Lord, my all, what you think of it? 

Been on this long road accumulating luggage 

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything 

I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing 

Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny finished 

Hard to be friendly with women who've seen too many niggas 

So I keep my circle small, you need reduction 

Never too much friends, what is your circumference? 

I swear to God, times is hard, but they're getting better 

Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive 

Gubana made the level, and I never missed a supper 

But still my hunger's like a fucking model at a buffet 

I'm with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better 

But dollar signs never mind, and he keep a zero 

And if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks 

And leave the room when a nigga try to sleep with 'em 

Getting high, getting by, watching time fly 

Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride 

Young, wild nigga living the dream 

Although I'm not who I'm destined to be 

They keep saying, "Grow up" 

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Lord, my all, what you think of it? 

Been on this long road accumulating luggage 

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything 

I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing 

Been on this long road accumulating luggage 

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything 

I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing 

I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet 

But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my shit in check 

And shit get easier when dreams of chasing respect 

Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set 

Getting high, getting by as my mind fly 

Just bought my homie a Roley simply to pass time 

And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your side 

And if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five 

Severed ties with any nigga who covet mine 

And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes 

But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music 

And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence 

Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish 

You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly 

Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud 

It's a shame niggas lame, but I'mma hold it down 

Let my bread roll, never let my friends go 

That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your fucking crown 

Getting high, getting by, watching time fly 

Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time 

Young, wild niggas sit in your seat 

Know every weekend every liquor for free 

[?] believe, [?] bitch, I sow what I reap 

Double M genius, make these bitches so deep 

I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak 

Put my cardio in the rdio and you missin' the beat 

I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets 

Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit when you pee 

Hold up 

Lord, my all, what you think of it? 

Been on this long road accumulating luggage 

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything 

I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing 

Been on this long road accumulating luggage 

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything 

I think it's 'bout time I sing of nothing