Time

It takes time to get to where we are
On my path I gained some scars
Crossed a couple lines
On this road in busted cars
While we tried to be the stars
But I had to go and get it
Even if I'm on my own
Work my fingers to the bone
Until I cash the golden ticket
I'm writing songs right by the phone turning over every stone

I got off my ass and had to go get it They got so mad when I took that belt
Ain't nothing new been here for a minute
Our fabrics are different they made out of felt
No more cruise control I might lose control swerve off the road and just crash
Been around decisions that I can't condone and I won't no more so don't ask
Those past actions knew they was wrong now karma's chasing my ass
Y'all didn't start till corona did back then I was wearing that mask
They wasn't laughing with me
Nah yall was laughing at me
Got fed up now it's time for the real Take back from the ones that's cappin

It takes time to get to where we are
On my path I gained some scars
Crossed a couple lines
On this road in busted cars
While we tried to be the stars
But I had to go and get it
Even if I'm on my own
Work my fingers to the bone
Until I cash the golden ticket
I'm writing songs right by the phone
Turning over every stone

When they heard me spitting they knew I was different
I let the pain explain so I ain't never going back
An with every song imma push my limits
Try to gain knowledge on every track
Never idolize no rockstar
If you ain't worried about their mental health
Get ya rocks off when shit pops off
Then you try to lie and say that you was there
Cause nobody listening an emotions be missing
And I'm not the type to just bring up old history
I Keep on envisioning life with no misery
Tears when my grandma was losing her memory
There's been days when all I had was music
It's the only thing could get me through it

It takes time to get to where we are
On my path I gained some scars
Crossed a couple lines
On this road in busted cars
While we tried to be the stars
But I had to go and get it
Even if I'm on my own
Work my fingers to the bone
Until I cash the golden ticket
I'm writing songs right by the phone
Turning over every stone



Credits
Writer(s): David Bowie
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