Late and Behavin

Gotta rev up to the red line
Been cruising too long it's giving me head lines
Being quiet and patient I'm sick and tired of waiting
For the best time to strike I hate
Being late and behavin

In a way that makes me stay in a lane
What a mundane way to live day-to-day
As if we were birds locked in a cage
Viewing the world behind bars for days

Doing the work in isolation
Havin nothing but a compilation
Of thoughts being put in words on a paper
Whenever I'm feeling hurt, down or elated

A girl or a miracle could be my saviour
Both of them are similar they must be an angel
Only difference is, I could pray for a miracle
Since relationships require effort, either minimal or all in

What I'm saying is we solve problems
Either by ourselves or with a partner
In crime, in life to keep us in line
So the times won't get harder
Than how it was already offered

Gotta rev up to the red line
Been cruising too long it's giving me head lines
Being quiet and patient I'm sick and tired of waiting
For the best time to strike I hate
Being late and behavin

I always gotta stay on the grind
Normally workin my ass off all the time
Not a 9-5, but I gotta write some rhymes
Get behind the mic and spit some lines

It's the life I choose, spittin the truth
In the form of music for the amusement
It gives to me and you, let's get in the mood
Kick off the shoes and turn up the volume

(Oh oh oh oh ohhhh, ohh)
Picture yourself on a cruise ship, going on a food trip
(Oh oh oh oh ohhhh, ohh)
Take in the view of the blue out in the view deck
No worries and away from the news
Not in a hurry, just stayin on snooze
Don't disturb, I'm just payin my dues
I don't deserve to sit and wait for my queue

Gotta find my boots, walk on foot
And go find the clues down this path I took
To help me hide the blues I feel
When I look in the mirror, and see a man that's trynna prove he's

The best in the business
My two cents come in the form of listenin
To different patterns within the system
As if I'm the head chef inside the kitchen

No need for a sous
I can make the soup myself without the help
Of another human doin the same thing I do to get
The right flavours and have it done

Well enough to be on the top shelf
First pick off the rack go ahead be my guest
I'm just doing the best I can no time to waste and rest
Keep my head in the game, again, like I said I

(Oh oh oh oh ohhhh, ohh)
Gotta rev up to the red line
Been cruising too long it's giving me head lines
(Oh oh oh oh ohhhh, ohh)
Being quiet and patient I'm sick and tired of waiting
For the best time to strike I hate
Being late and behavin

I always gotta stay on the grind
Normally workin my ass off all the time
Not a 9-5, but I gotta write some rhymes
Get behind the mic and spit some lines

It's the life I choose, spittin the truth
In the form of music for the amusement
It gives to me and you, let's get in the mood
Kick off the shoes and turn up the volume

(Oh oh oh oh ohhhh, ohh)
Picture yourself on a cruise ship, going on a food trip
(Oh oh oh oh ohhhh, ohh)
Take in the view of the blue out in the view deck

No worries and away from the news
Not in a hurry, just stayin on snooze
Don't disturb, I'm just payin my dues
I don't deserve to sit and wait for my queue



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