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Off my
My time
My time
Demise
Late nights
One path
All mine
All things
Take time
Deep-size
Tall cries
One man
All mine
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
August past I was in New York
Quit my job and chase my dream like Freddy Kruger
Told my mama time was comin even though the proof was nothin
Still had told me I be somethin hit the bus with all her lovin
Inside my heart and got to artist show to brother
Sold her dreams about some reps upstate that hit me up
Told her it was break or bust
We met they brushed me off and then I hopped right back onto the bus
With nothing else to give her but bad news and New York City mugs
I looked into her eyes and thought Im sorry that Im not enough
Hit me back with love the mug in fact thats now my favourite one
I love you son
The feelings in my chest that tighten up I wait till later for the tears to run just smoke or something else to numb me deeper got me geek
I shake to sleep cause something else was packed inside the blunt
To wake up to bed bugs bites red dots and blotched lungs
Im on a mission f**k the itchin let me finish the album for her Im focused
Off my
My time
My time
Demise
Late nights
One path
All mine
All things
Take time
Deep-size
Tall cries
One man
All mine
Oh, yeah
The music game is toxic I contribute to be honest
Yo, the people over DM causin drama for some friends I chose to rock with (Oh, no)
Im rather quiet nowadays but can't escape the path I made
Some people down in LA can never look at me the same, what a shame
But Im not asking for forgiveness, no they wouldnt care to hear it
Instead I triple up the distance and I down my cost of livin
Musically Im more efficient that Ill ever be
F**k the scene, some people barely know what struggle means
But why you bash them theyre just following their passion like yourself That attitude will turn your husband, said your wealth already ration for necessities
You quit the trees by blowin smoke about some folk who happy just mindin their own like take it easy you blow a load and change your tone
I swear this homie home alone just mad as f**k tappin his phone
If twitter make you bitter might consider maybe goin ghost
I dont know, whatever keep you in your zone
Whatever keep your friends happy and your family close
Off my
My time
My time
Demise
Late nights
One path
All mine
All things
Take time
Deep-size
Tall cries
One man
All mine
Oh, yeah