Take My Time
Yeah, aye
Outta line, take my time, on my grind, yeah
I'm off the grid, hard to find, there ain't no sign of me
Uh, outta line, take my time, on my grind, yeah
I'm off the grid, hard to find, there ain't no sign of me (Aye)
Stir the pot, I mix up
I murdered the beat, there's blood on the seats
So here's a mop to fucking clean it up
I've been through a lot, I ain't easing up
And life is hard to find the mean of
Rhymes devine, I took the time, I read the signs
I'm in the lime light, it's my time
Felt this way since age nine, raps what I mainline
They all love to start, all bark
I'm all bite like a canine, catch a rope like hang like time
They brag and boast and do the most
And I show absolutely no emotion
Have a toast go get the bread
I'ma end up dead instead
Deceased, I fall to pieces and I leave with out a reason
I turn cold like winter seasons, heart of gold but now it's bleeding
Thoughts on hold I kept 'em secret, now I explode my time on demon
I'm on the road, I'm sipping swerving purposely encouraged
By my sickness, been a witness, I been with the shits, I spit shit
Turn to Timmy Turner, I got murder on my wish list
Turn to Timmy Turner, I got murder on my wish list
Outta line, take my time, on my grind, yeah
I'm off the grid, hard to find, there ain't no sign of me
Uh, outta line, take my time, on my grind, yeah
I'm off the grid, hard to find, there ain't no sign of me (Aye)
Outta line, take my time, on my grind, yeah
I'm off the grid, hard to find, there ain't no sign of me
Uh, outta line, take my time, on my grind, yeah
I'm off the grid, hard to find, there ain't no sign of me (Aye)
Stir the pot, I mix up
I murdered the beat, there's blood on the seats
So here's a mop to fucking clean it up
I've been through a lot, I ain't easing up
And life is hard to find the mean of
Rhymes devine, I took the time, I read the signs
I'm in the lime light, it's my time
Felt this way since age nine, raps what I mainline
They all love to start, all bark
I'm all bite like a canine, catch a rope like hang like time
They brag and boast and do the most
And I show absolutely no emotion
Have a toast go get the bread
I'ma end up dead instead
Deceased, I fall to pieces and I leave with out a reason
I turn cold like winter seasons, heart of gold but now it's bleeding
Thoughts on hold I kept 'em secret, now I explode my time on demon
I'm on the road, I'm sipping swerving purposely encouraged
By my sickness, been a witness, I been with the shits, I spit shit
Turn to Timmy Turner, I got murder on my wish list
Turn to Timmy Turner, I got murder on my wish list
Outta line, take my time, on my grind, yeah
I'm off the grid, hard to find, there ain't no sign of me
Uh, outta line, take my time, on my grind, yeah
I'm off the grid, hard to find, there ain't no sign of me (Aye)
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Writer(s): Christian Pino
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