Heartburns

Oh, oh, oh
Eh, eh

I got a thousand ideas and only one life
A million injustices and only one mic
If I could get one wish, I'd wish for one night
When I could write things and things'd run right
With too many problems and only one life
A million injustices and only one mic
If I could get one wish, I'd wish for one night
When I could write things and things'd run right

Y'all know my name, Pro, my brothers calling me the bread loch
Instead of hair, got two loaves of
Bread that's hanging from my head top
Symbolizing the mental uprising dating back to Shed Rock
Ideas in a thousand, the pen that I'm writing with is blazing red hot

Big things I want, but things in the way want me to get stopped

Get stalled and lose focus, Large told me to fret not
That self-will hell do hold you back, I told you that we over that
'Cause we're the most productive crew you can't fuck with in hip-hop
That's why these obstacles gots to kill inspiration
'Cause if they didn't bother me all the
Time, I'd be light years and generations
Ahead of the rest, I mean the dead or the best, so what?
Conspiracy theory ain't all that far-fetched, because

Phone calls, don't stall, agree with me, don't y'all?
Tax returns, my concerns, heartburns and more thoughts
Whirling around in your head, early to rise from your bed
Only to realize ain't enough time, then you're dead

I got a thousand ideas and only one life
A million injustices and only one mic
If I could get one wish, I'd wish for one night
When I could write things and things'd run right
With too many problems and only one life
A million injustices and only one mic
If I could get one wish, I'd wish for one night
When I could write things and things'd run right

Alright
Okay
What the fuck?

With a thousand ideas and five minutes of fame

Good thing I ain't in it for fame
In it for the long run, been it since Wayne
'91 And beyond, not when the shit hits the fan
Whoops, done did it again
Britney Spears run shit in your pants
Got pop on lock, now we're bigger than them
Never knew hip-hop would win in the end
But it's never enough, I need more hours to the day
More words to my bars to figure out just what I wanna say

When I ride the rhythm of the funky beat
Courtesy Hotel, no monkey, bitch (Large)
Bringing out tons of hits
And there's too much on my mind for my tongue to spit
So I feel the frustration building up inside
'Cause I try, but it's never enough of time
Any minute, I'm finished, diminished
And I'll leave a stack of singles behind
Dusty, scratched, and busted and patched up
Man, I tried, but it just wouldn't match up

With my life that I just couldn't catch up
Too many things on the list, just adds up

Phone calls, don't stall, agree with me, don't y'all?
Tax returns, my concerns, heartburns and more thoughts
Whirling around in your head, early to rise from your bed
Only to realize ain't enough time, then you're dead

I got a thousand ideas and only one life
A million injustices and only one mic
If I could get one wish, I'd wish for one night
When I could write things and things'd run right
With too many problems and only one life
A million injustices and only one mic
If I could get one wish, I'd wish for one night
When I could write things and things'd run right

Ayy, when things'd run right
When things'd run right

It goes like that
When things'd run right
It goes like this
When things'd run right
You keep it on now
When things'd run right
It's ProLo, what?
When things'd run right
EJ, Large, Jay

When things'd run right
Up in, up in, up in this motherfucker, what?