[Verse: Madlib & Mary Maria]
Everywhere I go I always end up with a pocket
Full of CD demo tapes after clubs at my shows
Even though I sit back and listen to 'em with an open mind
I find that not even one of them I can press rewind
("Child, you really work too hard
Everytime I see you your're diggin' and diggin'
And last season you didn't do to well")
Even niggas in limos passin' out they demos
Claimin' that they shits like mine (Check this shit)
So we do the six demo test and roll it out
By the time we pass the third song we throw it out
(Get that shit outta here)
("Maybe if you let it grow naturally
You'll accomplish much more, dear")
Time and time again I hear the same story
("Let me tell you have it's done child")
But when I pop it in me and Dilla just laugh
Do the math
[Outro: Mary Maria]
"If you work all day
And your heart ain't in it
So why get up and get all mixed up in it?
'Cause all you're work will be in vain
Or is life a losing game
You only reap just what you saw
'Cause all you're work will be in vain
Or is life a losing game
You only reap just what you saw"
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
