All My Minutes (feat. Charles Rojas)

All my minutes in an ashtray
Yeah, I think about it that way, that's why
Every second has to sound great
I'm losing minutes at a fast rate

Yeah, I'm only on the microphone when I can relate
My track list has started looking like a diary page
I found peace in the path of the forthright
I look back and I'm glad I had the foresight
Not to put bills on the backs of my trills and my tracks
'Cause the thrill doesn't grab me every day
But every time I do, I'ma find the best rapper in the room
Make 'em dance around the rhymes on my page
I hit the stage with a goal, I know that I got it good
Turning Hamilton into my personal Hollywood
Gotta put a pin up in the habit of clout
Had to cue up an epiphany to figure it out, yeah

All my minutes in an ashtray
Yeah, I think about it that way, that's why
All my minutes in an ashtray
Yeah, I think about it that way, that's why
Every second has to sound great
I'm losing minutes at a fast rate

I'm staring at the hourglass, the minute sliding down its curves
Makes me think about how with you all the hours pass
Think about what you deserve
I don't want my mind to be somewhere else, don't wanna be all by myself
I just wanna be present, yeah
I just wanna be present
Cause these seconds, minutes, hours ain't loyal
All they do is slip away
And I'm sick of spending them in turmoil
I just wanna be okay
With the time I have left, not enough, yet I'll enjoy the view, now
Roll up all the hours, light em up and then just lose count

All my minutes in an ashtray
Yeah, I think about it that way, that's why
Every second has to sound great
I'm losing minutes at a fast rate

All my minutes in an ashtray
Yeah, I think about it that way, that's why
Every second has to sound great
I'm losing minutes at a fast rate



Credits
Writer(s): Brody Weld
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