Its bout time
Yeah I got my rays back
And I just wanna live yet another day for it
Music in my blood like that now you see why I can never run away from it
Yeah I say I want it all
Can't you see they tryna take away my name from it
Take me for a fool another day
Then you gon see your spirit try run away from you
Yeah I made a couple songs
And I made a couple wrongs
And I know a couple niggas think I might be a couple blunt
But I got to say the way it is
The truth ain't gon be flaunt
Why you say you love me when you know you really love me not
You ain't never played my song I know that
Take me on a stroll back
Tell me how you feel maybe you think you be jehovah
Get the timing out my name
Cause when I start it ain't gon be over
Got me aiming on my range
Cause I think my demons getting closer
Got me strutter colder looking over my shoulder
Hopping on a porch while am sleeping on a sofa
Might be lucid in my head but my dreams are getting closer
Got me shaking on my hand cause am always writing sober
So I got me on my dialing phone
My talents where am calling from
I never want to take you on a trip
But if I California
Sleep on me so much is so much is like you got yourself on some insomnia
You can never take it away from me I call that some uthopia
Yeah I got my rays back
And I just wanna live yet another day for it
Music in my blood like that
Now you see why I can never run away from it
Yeah I say I want it all
Can't you see they tryna take away my name from it
Take me for a fool another day
Then you gon see your spirit try run away from you
Yeah you see the scars on my feet
Yeah that's the shoes that I fit
Wanna know how it feels to only try the shoes that could fit
But I ain't got that luxury no
No golden spoons in my teeth
So I gotta break some sticks and stones to put a space on my seat
I know I ain't got it yet okay but
Try to hide the pain they don't see it yet
Talk is cheap they don't buy me yet
Cause I want a spin in that private jet
You niggas stuck in that heart attack
Cause am always dropping that flank attack
And am always hitting my frankenstein
And I know you ain't gon be frank this time like wait
Why you tell em I ain't really here to stay
Check the time nigga yeah it's saturday
Am on time I ain't coming here to play
Why you checking on my weight on my rays am on my way
Yeah you know it's time
Why you fronting in the back
Waff city on the track
She be smoking in the back
Only weed no more crack
And she be my only fan
And I wanna hit it up
Buh yeah
And I just wanna live yet another day for it
Music in my blood like that now you see why I can never run away from it
Yeah I say I want it all
Can't you see they tryna take away my name from it
Take me for a fool another day
Then you gon see your spirit try run away from you
Yeah I made a couple songs
And I made a couple wrongs
And I know a couple niggas think I might be a couple blunt
But I got to say the way it is
The truth ain't gon be flaunt
Why you say you love me when you know you really love me not
You ain't never played my song I know that
Take me on a stroll back
Tell me how you feel maybe you think you be jehovah
Get the timing out my name
Cause when I start it ain't gon be over
Got me aiming on my range
Cause I think my demons getting closer
Got me strutter colder looking over my shoulder
Hopping on a porch while am sleeping on a sofa
Might be lucid in my head but my dreams are getting closer
Got me shaking on my hand cause am always writing sober
So I got me on my dialing phone
My talents where am calling from
I never want to take you on a trip
But if I California
Sleep on me so much is so much is like you got yourself on some insomnia
You can never take it away from me I call that some uthopia
Yeah I got my rays back
And I just wanna live yet another day for it
Music in my blood like that
Now you see why I can never run away from it
Yeah I say I want it all
Can't you see they tryna take away my name from it
Take me for a fool another day
Then you gon see your spirit try run away from you
Yeah you see the scars on my feet
Yeah that's the shoes that I fit
Wanna know how it feels to only try the shoes that could fit
But I ain't got that luxury no
No golden spoons in my teeth
So I gotta break some sticks and stones to put a space on my seat
I know I ain't got it yet okay but
Try to hide the pain they don't see it yet
Talk is cheap they don't buy me yet
Cause I want a spin in that private jet
You niggas stuck in that heart attack
Cause am always dropping that flank attack
And am always hitting my frankenstein
And I know you ain't gon be frank this time like wait
Why you tell em I ain't really here to stay
Check the time nigga yeah it's saturday
Am on time I ain't coming here to play
Why you checking on my weight on my rays am on my way
Yeah you know it's time
Why you fronting in the back
Waff city on the track
She be smoking in the back
Only weed no more crack
And she be my only fan
And I wanna hit it up
Buh yeah
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Writer(s): Izuchukwu Ezemenyiba
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