Composer: Jordyn Dodd-Waddington, Michael Henderson, Albert Spears
Lyrics
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
That shit aint enough
I swear they might just have to add a day
I stay on the move
Your mans be runnin' like a candidate
I've been searching high and low
I can't find the time
It's not enough time in the day
Swear I can't find the time, time, time
But I be finding a way
I can't find the time
It's not enough time in the day
Swear I can't find the time, time, time
But I be finding a way
I can't find the time
Please stop
Telling me to keep up with the Jones' when
I aint never even been a Jones yet
Or a Carnegie
Or a Rockefeller, or a Ford
Quit telling me what I can afford
Bitch I aint got time to think about your feelings
When I'm working just to live
Can't trade no more life force
If there's not a pot of gold at the end
Everybody wants something from me
Want my cup to overflow with goodness and mercy
But I'm empty
Listening to the pastor asking me to sacrifice for people in need
Bitch I'm not free
So what you preachin' to me
I'm in need