Lyrics borrowed time - guardin

borrowed time

I’ve been riding through the city in the dark while it’s lifeless
Inside this car is where I found my fucking light switch
Stopped doing stupid shit like knife hits, this life isn’t priceless
Y’all back home the reason I’ma write this
You a lame, lame, it’s a shame, shame
You took your picture outta the frame, frame
I thought you changed, changed, you playin' games, games
I hardly know you, we ain’t the same, same
You tryna blame, blame, oh, what a claim, claim
Who is the person that you became-came?
Couldn’t relate-late, my path is paved, paved
So I just packed up and got away-way
Yeah, I’m smiling with the sun in my face
I said wait, okay
Now the rain’s pickin' up, tryna put me in my place
I said wait, wait, okay-kay
Borrowed time 'til I’m in a grave, grave
Gonna dig, dig and they gon' take, take
The same one’s attending my wake, wake
When the bass hit, bass hit, I went back to basics
Scrapped another album, I ain’t working on no lame shit
Genre clashing all the time, but I ain’t ever lane switch
Some of you just play the role while I’ve been on the same shit
Seven in the morning, I’m just tryna start my day shit
Whippin' to the coffee shop, the soundtrack on my playlist
Horror film apparel, Christmas carols on my feet though
Peril sent the beat and I just hit it like a cheat code
Flipped through all the pages, read a story 'bout a hero
Thought I could relate 'cause at one point, he was a zero
Time will tell my story if my time is one to borrow
Live it how you want 'cause you might never wake tomorrow
Never wake tomorrow all, that’s left is your achievements
Fillin' up my cup in Hell, along with all your grievance
Is it kinda funny how my death changed your perception?
Was it all coincidence or was it my intention?
Deafening to most, but some will understand the story
I don’t want it all, but I want outta purgatory
So I wrote a song or two in hopes that I could reach it
Found another key inside my soul, I’m playing defense
With it 'cause I gotta, I don’t wanna lose control
'Cause the weight of all the words excused sit still inside my soul
I’m mistreated by my friends sometimes so I stand all alone
I don’t fuck with anybody it’s a waste of what I know
I don’t really think I know you you’re an undeveloped mold
It’s the people you hold close to you that treat you fucking cold
They stay plotting on the kid and take a bid on when I’ll fold
Then they wonder why I’m distant and so hard to get ahold
Of the people in your life how many gotch you 'til the grave
Probably one or two, be honest with yourself and not ashamed
Yeah, the good ones hard to come across, but when you do, it’s great
Life is beautiful in solitude, I really can’t complain