Lost in Time
Different faces
Different phases
Pushing back the time
Losing patience
Feeling vacant
Losing track of time
I'm running
Pray for something
Cause I lack the time
I need a motive
Cause I'm smoking
To go back in time
Who give a fuck about tomorrow
Dog I'm living right now
Give a fuck about the model
That I'm Fucking right now
I'm losing track of time
I'm writing tracks
And losing time
Lost in my mind
Inspirations hard to find
So the mainstream hear it
Praying for tomorrow
But they know that I fear it
Scared that I won't need it
Everything I want
Scared I won't dream it
I need it
I'm lost
Falling into pieces
Blind to the shit
So I don't see it
Scared of this shit
What if I don't make it
These pills in my hands
What if I don't shake it
But I pop another one
And I swear that I hate it
Different faces
Different phases
Pushing back the time
Losing patience
Feeling vacant
Losing track of time
I'm running
Pray for something
Cause I lack the time
I need a motive
Cause I'm smoking
To go back in time
Dreams of yesterday
Life is full of bullshit
Full of he say she say
She hates
He plays
He raps
She fades
But we both getting faded
I'm addicted to these pills
And man I know they hate it
But I make amazing music
So I cant get off the shit
So I put some powder in my blunt
And I take another hit
I hate myself
This shit is self destructive
But maybe that's why I love it
It gets me close to death
And maybe that's why I love it
But fuck it
No more overthinking
Grab bottle pills
Now I'm poppin
And I'm drinking
No more overthinking
Eyes closed while I'm sinking
No more overthinking
Different faces
Different phases
Pushing back the time
Losing patience
Feeling vacant
Losing track of time
I'm running
Pray for something
Cause I lack the time
I need a motive
Cause I'm smoking
To go back in time
I'm tryna go back in time
Tryna write another rhyme
But all I can do
Is take another line
Gets me close to death
Then I make another hit
I need to take a rest
Cause I'm tired of this shit
Of chasing a dream
But being stuck in a nightmare
Tryna make it through the days
But life don't fight fair
Lost in despair
To escape the depression
I put an empty clip in the weapon
Then I make the gun click
Maybe I like the rush
Or maybe I'm a bitch
So let's pop Xanny
Lace it with fentanyl
Either I'll write another verse
Or I'll end it all
Different faces
Different phases
Pushing back the time
Losing patience
Feeling vacant
Losing track of time
I'm running
Pray for something
Cause I lack the time
I need a motive
Cause I'm smoking
To go back in time
Different phases
Pushing back the time
Losing patience
Feeling vacant
Losing track of time
I'm running
Pray for something
Cause I lack the time
I need a motive
Cause I'm smoking
To go back in time
Who give a fuck about tomorrow
Dog I'm living right now
Give a fuck about the model
That I'm Fucking right now
I'm losing track of time
I'm writing tracks
And losing time
Lost in my mind
Inspirations hard to find
So the mainstream hear it
Praying for tomorrow
But they know that I fear it
Scared that I won't need it
Everything I want
Scared I won't dream it
I need it
I'm lost
Falling into pieces
Blind to the shit
So I don't see it
Scared of this shit
What if I don't make it
These pills in my hands
What if I don't shake it
But I pop another one
And I swear that I hate it
Different faces
Different phases
Pushing back the time
Losing patience
Feeling vacant
Losing track of time
I'm running
Pray for something
Cause I lack the time
I need a motive
Cause I'm smoking
To go back in time
Dreams of yesterday
Life is full of bullshit
Full of he say she say
She hates
He plays
He raps
She fades
But we both getting faded
I'm addicted to these pills
And man I know they hate it
But I make amazing music
So I cant get off the shit
So I put some powder in my blunt
And I take another hit
I hate myself
This shit is self destructive
But maybe that's why I love it
It gets me close to death
And maybe that's why I love it
But fuck it
No more overthinking
Grab bottle pills
Now I'm poppin
And I'm drinking
No more overthinking
Eyes closed while I'm sinking
No more overthinking
Different faces
Different phases
Pushing back the time
Losing patience
Feeling vacant
Losing track of time
I'm running
Pray for something
Cause I lack the time
I need a motive
Cause I'm smoking
To go back in time
I'm tryna go back in time
Tryna write another rhyme
But all I can do
Is take another line
Gets me close to death
Then I make another hit
I need to take a rest
Cause I'm tired of this shit
Of chasing a dream
But being stuck in a nightmare
Tryna make it through the days
But life don't fight fair
Lost in despair
To escape the depression
I put an empty clip in the weapon
Then I make the gun click
Maybe I like the rush
Or maybe I'm a bitch
So let's pop Xanny
Lace it with fentanyl
Either I'll write another verse
Or I'll end it all
Different faces
Different phases
Pushing back the time
Losing patience
Feeling vacant
Losing track of time
I'm running
Pray for something
Cause I lack the time
I need a motive
Cause I'm smoking
To go back in time
Credits
Writer(s): Young Orpheus
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