Tick Tick

Tell em turn on the lights
Fuck that, turn off the lights
I don't need to see the mic to spit it, what I feel it, I just do it
Lay down that reverb
Adidas on my toes
Bitch
Yeah, I'm back in the booth
I'm spitting
It's been a minute but I'm with it
I could never drop the ball while I'm sprinting
With Father Time
This earth and this world ain't all of mine
And I gotta say what I need before they got me on my knees and they say it's time
Shout out to earl
You choose how vulnerable you want in this wicked world
And I've had trouble up to this point
So here I go

Momma, you deserve better
And my dad ain't shit, you need a go-getter
If I make it off this art, I'll make it all better

I'm tired of the bullshit and the promises you don't keep
Try to control our lives, never practice what you preach preach
Say you know everything, well what about that wedding ring?
You take our freedom with your money, but money can't buy that tick tick
Maybe you'll see when you're on that deathbed
The cold sheets and fall asleep on that death bed
Where's the deathbed?