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Retrograde/Patience (feat. King Cooley, Alfred Nomad) Video (MV)






Greg Nyce - Retrograde/Patience (feat. King Cooley, Alfred Nomad) Lyrics




If patience is a virtue then I done mastered that shit
Bending over backwards so much I'm doing backflips
I just want to make a living and a couple classics
Some niggas never earn til they turn to ashes
Took a bunch of classes, and even earned my bachelors
Still had a void and ended up unemployed
Wouldn't be the last time I'm dead broke, dead wrong
Looking for them dead presidents to fill my itchy palms
Took some Big L's and no one would put me on
But luckily my therapy is spilled into these songs
I honestly do not know where I would be
Without God who's blessing me, and my creativity
Started as a kid writing little poetry
Now I got enough flow I could go and fill the sea
Moved to the A, never had a plan B
If I do reach my peak that will be a site to see

Someday I'll be
On my own
But that feels okay
Life is conditioning me well
I'm in this
Season where the seasons retrograde
And I never feel right
But wait til I get my
Money right
Money right, right

La-la-la-la
La la la-la
La la la la
Wait til I get my
Money right
Money right, right

My manage office garbage
I'm breaking my lease
My brother getting robbed with my neph at the rink
I'm skating on some ice
With the skin of my teeth
And barely scraping by like the paste in the sink

The savings low But God's saving places for me
I love you 26 but I gotta grow up
I'm sick of broken promises, ramen in cups
Can't wait for life to move when I'm 'fraid to get up but

Money right
Money right, right
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English

If patience is a virtue then I done mastered that shit
Bending over backwards so much I'm doing backflips
I just want to make a living and a couple classics
Some niggas never earn til they turn to ashes
Took a bunch of classes, and even earned my bachelors
Still had a void and ended up unemployed
Wouldn't be the last time I'm dead broke, dead wrong
Looking for them dead presidents to fill my itchy palms
Took some Big L's and no one would put me on
But luckily my therapy is spilled into these songs
I honestly do not know where I would be
Without God who's blessing me, and my creativity
Started as a kid writing little poetry
Now I got enough flow I could go and fill the sea
Moved to the A, never had a plan B
If I do reach my peak that will be a site to see

Someday I'll be
On my own
But that feels okay
Life is conditioning me well
I'm in this
Season where the seasons retrograde
And I never feel right
But wait til I get my
Money right
Money right, right

La-la-la-la
La la la-la
La la la la
Wait til I get my
Money right
Money right, right

My manage office garbage
I'm breaking my lease
My brother getting robbed with my neph at the rink
I'm skating on some ice
With the skin of my teeth
And barely scraping by like the paste in the sink

The savings low But God's saving places for me
I love you 26 but I gotta grow up
I'm sick of broken promises, ramen in cups
Can't wait for life to move when I'm 'fraid to get up but

Money right
Money right, right
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Writer: Alfred Coles Jr, Katrina Lenzly
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