Time (Listen)

Yeah

I make this music for myself
Refusing some help
Feeling clueless, I delve
Deeper through my own hell
Feeling foolish as well
Got consumed in my shell
So I sacrificed my energy
So I go and bend a beat
Everybody wants a legacy
I really want a future
With what's ahead of me
And no one will ever be
Ready, see
Through their own eyes
I fucking blow minds
Its fucking go time
Hope you know I'm
Gunning for 1st place
In the 1st place
Made contact, bomb back
Ran in reverse, wait
I know it hurts, pain
Keeps putting stakes in the way
We make mistakes everyday
Chew every flavor away
The flesh drips and decays
On the plate whatchu make?
A disaster?
Bastard?
Message hurts to relay
My spit, dispersed in your face
You better listen

I said you better listen
Stop dismissing all signs
War of attrition
Stop being bitter and bitching
Work for your mission
Or start forming some goals
Stop fucking with those
Who don't know what they hold
Take aim to control
Make a name for your soul
Pave my way, making haste
Season to taste, on a roll
Fuck the fakers and hoes
Ran this race, won the gold
You're so complacent
Barely tasting
What's been placed in your bowl
I got this grip on ya skull
Ill leave a cavity for
Depravity, this galaxy
Isn't relaxing, cosmos
Keep growing, like my heights
I blazed, smoke through the night
Been wanting to cry
Yeah, I feel like I might
My brain starts to take flight
Yeah, I'm feeling what I'd call
Confusion, said I was winning
But I'm losing, cuz in the end
I end up snoozing
And in the end, I end up always choosing...

To not listen



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Wood
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