Clock Ticking

Yeah,
How is life like when you're still at home with your mom
And your girl pregnant
Would you abort or keep that?
Would you ran away and never come back?
Would you reject it and say that you never bust?
I caught myself in a jam
Holding up in a hole
I'm living life in a slow
My m.o just wanna blow
I keep a smile on my face
How I'ill be counting my grace
I hope the devil don't lace
He got me sipping his juice
He got me doing his chores
And I'ill be mopping his floor
Wonder why my flesh love sinning
While I count it as winning
God's child turn a villain cuz the body always wiliing
Use to fly to the ceiling meditating on a million
Day dreaming with Brazilians
I've told my head is good on my shoulders
Keep the dandruffs off them rollers
So I could paint you a poster
My traumas never had closure
I starred my life I told her
Yeah,

I don't walk around like I'm feeling no shame
I just do my thing so I'm working on my game
If you wanna hate just do your own thing
Ain't got no time cuz the clock keeps ticking
Ticking, ticking, ticking

I don't walk around like I'm feeling no shame
I just do my thing so I'm working on my game
If you wanna hate just do your own thing
Ain't got no time cuz the clock keeps ticking
Ticking, ticking, ticking

Yeah
Let me express my self

Life ran through my young adult I couldn't catch up
Missed all the visits so my pops never check up
Wish I had the love that I needed I couldn't flare up
Losing all my screws so a negga couldn't set up
Shout out to my lady what she did she just went up
Leg up, all you competitions never slayed God
I'm a late bloomer so you neggas had a head start
But your skills couldn't tell a negga that he stayed back
I'm making all these moves like I'm trying the new dance
Got a new kick but I don't fuck with them vans
Trend is your friend but I don't follow my friends
Cutting all my ties so I'm casual to my fans
I just keep it always valid
Need some greens fuck a salad
Get the play been a struggle
And they said I made it rapid
They don't know my many fasting
How the flow turn to acid
I just knock them with no challenge
You'll be playing that shit hard
But you're chilling cuz you're placid

I don't walk around like I'm feeling no shame
I just do my thing so I'm working on my game
If you wanna hate just do your own thing
Ain't got no time cuz the clock keeps ticking
Ticking, ticking, ticking,

I don't walk around like I'm feeling no shame
I just do my thing so I'm working on my game
If you wanna hate just do your own thing
Ain't got no time cuz the clock keeps ticking
Ticking, ticking, ticking

Yeah
Let me express myself



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Writer(s): Kobe Lee
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