Flies' Eyes
On the ledge daring myself to stand up still
Sentiments I'm seeing is underhanded
Devil going over his plans, never swayin' my march
They sell they soul, it'll only cost me a band, muhfuckas ain't got the bandwidth
Bunch of bandits, tryn run off with my shit
I'm doin' the Eiffel, I need the baguettes
Landed on top of panicked niggas tap dancing
Don't you know you niggas could stop?
Holding hands with the devil
Don't you know that it stopped? We got the planet
Catchin' errything
Ackee and saltfish on my plate
Visions is blank, till I mature enough into myself, mirror I faced
Man in the picture just isn't as all there as I thought
Smudge and a blot, missin' my face
After all we ain't shit but a dot
Nigga face it's fate,
Can't be out here vacant
Universe ain't that patient
Can't be out here waiting
I'm pinning the date
Calendar got the chills, it might see a tear on my face
Thinkin' I got the will but the walls close in as it seems whenever I sit still
I ain't got a minute to wait, my watch pissed at my pace
Safe like "Nigga, wait up"
Wake up, get this shit straightened like
Pillows and blankets
I think it's safe to say I been on my way
Time takes time
Things take time to do
I'll make mine
Might make some for you
Might make some for you
Soon enough, won't have to worry bout it
And I'll be finished my race
I wanna make sure that all of my kin off spring boarding they tastes into organizations
How could I stay apathetic, lethargic or mad at the rain?
It reminds me it wash away errything
I finger painted for days
I wanted the brush, they told me to wait
Lord, this world never given it to me straight
I had to think
Making it work, wiggling through the days
Biting my tongue, holdin' in shit I needed to say
Ten years later it's too late, been waitin' on apologies from 2011
Might get to see heaven before my traumas addressed
In a 7-Eleven, should be a 911 instead
Holdin' hard on my head
If I let go, I might not get outta bed
Call 911 I'm dead
Was finna say, all my niggas know Imma get it, it's just a matter of when
I been checking these cheques off of my list, offin' my limbs
This job shit costin' me an arm and a leg already
How long does this go?
Cause something gotta give
Just can't be my body, givin' up not a part of me
They want the best out of me, I'll be the best out prolly
Been that since my rents was tellin' me finish the broccoli
How did nobody stop me?
Guided
Time takes time
Things take time to do
I'll make mine
Might make some for you
(OoOOOoo)
Might make some for you
Soon enough
Won't have to worry bout it
Sentiments I'm seeing is underhanded
Devil going over his plans, never swayin' my march
They sell they soul, it'll only cost me a band, muhfuckas ain't got the bandwidth
Bunch of bandits, tryn run off with my shit
I'm doin' the Eiffel, I need the baguettes
Landed on top of panicked niggas tap dancing
Don't you know you niggas could stop?
Holding hands with the devil
Don't you know that it stopped? We got the planet
Catchin' errything
Ackee and saltfish on my plate
Visions is blank, till I mature enough into myself, mirror I faced
Man in the picture just isn't as all there as I thought
Smudge and a blot, missin' my face
After all we ain't shit but a dot
Nigga face it's fate,
Can't be out here vacant
Universe ain't that patient
Can't be out here waiting
I'm pinning the date
Calendar got the chills, it might see a tear on my face
Thinkin' I got the will but the walls close in as it seems whenever I sit still
I ain't got a minute to wait, my watch pissed at my pace
Safe like "Nigga, wait up"
Wake up, get this shit straightened like
Pillows and blankets
I think it's safe to say I been on my way
Time takes time
Things take time to do
I'll make mine
Might make some for you
Might make some for you
Soon enough, won't have to worry bout it
And I'll be finished my race
I wanna make sure that all of my kin off spring boarding they tastes into organizations
How could I stay apathetic, lethargic or mad at the rain?
It reminds me it wash away errything
I finger painted for days
I wanted the brush, they told me to wait
Lord, this world never given it to me straight
I had to think
Making it work, wiggling through the days
Biting my tongue, holdin' in shit I needed to say
Ten years later it's too late, been waitin' on apologies from 2011
Might get to see heaven before my traumas addressed
In a 7-Eleven, should be a 911 instead
Holdin' hard on my head
If I let go, I might not get outta bed
Call 911 I'm dead
Was finna say, all my niggas know Imma get it, it's just a matter of when
I been checking these cheques off of my list, offin' my limbs
This job shit costin' me an arm and a leg already
How long does this go?
Cause something gotta give
Just can't be my body, givin' up not a part of me
They want the best out of me, I'll be the best out prolly
Been that since my rents was tellin' me finish the broccoli
How did nobody stop me?
Guided
Time takes time
Things take time to do
I'll make mine
Might make some for you
(OoOOOoo)
Might make some for you
Soon enough
Won't have to worry bout it
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Writer(s): Austin Harriott- Stewart
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