Excuses - PackFM

What’s the use in the truth

If you can’t tell a lie sometime?

What’s the use in the truth

If you can’t tell a lie?

Damn, I overslept again?

Gotta get this clock rewired

Third time this week and I’m guaranteed to be fired

My boss thinks I’m a liar

All my excuses expired

But the stories I come up with

He got to admire

The bus caught a flat tire?

That’s for rookies and dingbats

I convinced him daylight savings was fall forward and sprang back

Maybe I could make him think that—

I had a dream that I was at work already

Nahhh, he’d never believe that

Man, I’m always ahead of my time

You callin my mom a liar?

Wait

Look at the time

Let me tell you what transpired

To the office, I’m on my way again

Early as usual

Got abducted by aliens

With some girl that was beautiful

I screamed ‘Don't make me late for work

They sayin' I got to stay

For a long enough period for me a shorty to copulate

C’mon, what would you do?

Of course you’d hit it fam

But now I’m three hours late

Cause, I ain’t no minute man

Why are you late again?

Let me explain

Do you think this is a joke?

Nah, I can explain

I should fire you right now

No, check it out, let me explain!

Excuses, excuses, excuses

Every day it’s something new

Yo, let me explain

You must not like your job

Nah, let me explain

I’m not gonna warn you anymore

Yo, check it out, I can explain!

Excuses, excuses, excuses

My bad love (here we go)

I got hit by the 7 bus (Uh-huh)

Plus I got stuck behind eleven trucks (Ooh)

Oh, I said those before (Yep!)

Well, really it’s Pack’s fault

Had to hit the hospital

We cracked his head on the asphalt

Be easy girl (Whatever)

You don’t need to smack a star

There’s plenty of ways to be in traffic when you don’t even have a car

C’mon, stop actin' sour

I brought you some flowers

I won’t be late again

At least not — more than 2 hours

Holla

Baby, I know I’m late

But check it out, I can explain

I had to rescue a baby from under a train

He needed surgery, I had to operate on his brain

Then I went and got your umbrella, I thought it would rain

I know it’s insane, you probably think I’m makin' this up

But I got the number of the lady who was drivin' the bus

(Was it a bus or a train? Pack you lied to me! How dare you?!)

Oh, I’m sorry baby, but, um, hey!

Is that a new hairdo?

Yo, give me a lift to the airport

I got somewhere to be right now

Hey man, can you help me move?

I got somewhere to be right now

But this is your baby!

I got somewhere to be right now

Excuses, excuses, excuses

Yo, let’s go hit up the show

I got somewhere to be right now

Would you like to take a survey?

I got somewhere to be right now

Yo man, you got my dough?

I got somewhere to be right now

Excuses, excuses, excuses

Damn Ike, you late again?

I shoulda known not to trust ya

For someone ahead of their time

You be late like a mothafucka!

I know you ain’t talk

He always leave me waitin' for minutes

What can I say fam?

I need a motivation to spit this

Yeah that’s funny, yo

I get it

But whatever the case

A second later, Words and Mecca woulda been takin' your place

I got 8 bars ready!

Son, I was comin' with the chorus

Wait — Mecca raps?

Words knows what a metaphor is?

Pack, you wylin' out

Hold tight, be there in a second

Don’t dead me cause you scared I’ll outshine you on your record

All I’m sayin is do you kid

But be swift with your movement

How you gonna outshine me, cause

Usin' celly with excuses

Whatever man, I’m here now

Be up in a sec

Shit my notebook’s in the cab, man

And that nigga just left

Hold up, let me get this straight

You hours and seconds late

Beggin me not to be replaced

Now you all up in my face

Sayin your rap sheet is in the backseat — of a taxi?

But when the check is late, you won’t hesitate to ask me

I told you bout this last week, your excuses are useless

At least have the decency to tell me what the truth is!

All the time in the booth is just costin' me dough

That’s no excuse Pack, cause we tapin' at Tone’s

You know I’m your ace in the hole

When it comes to blazin' a poem

I’ll rip it straight from the dome

So get prepared to drop the heat

Damn I wish I got some sleep

Tone, you ready to rock this beat?

Nah we can’t

Why Tone?

Cause Pack forgot the beat

Yo man — you forgot it

Whatchu lookin' at me for?

Shit.

Your momma, nigga

Yo, what took you so long?

What had happened was

You can’t call nobody?

See, what had happened was

Fuck it, I’m takin' you off this track

What had happened was

Excuses, excuses, excuses

Dog, how could you forget the beat?

Nah, see what had happened was

Man, you do this every time

What had happened was

That’s it, you’re dropped from QN5

No, no!

What had happened was

What’s the use in the truth

If you can’t tell a lie sometime?

What’s the use in the truth

If you can’t tell a lie?