| Yikes.
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| Feeling like I’m running out of time.
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| What time is it? |
| No time like the present.
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| Oh I’m feeling like I’m running out of time, running out of time.
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| Feeling like I’m running out of time.
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| Running.
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| Hurry and be patient.
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| Hurry and be patient.
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| We just waiting on a break through but it ain’t occurred to us to keep waiting.
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| What you want is what you feel farthest from, but you feel you deserve it, huh?
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| I don’t feel like my nerves is numb, impervious like I’m disturb or some.
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| Fast forward to a service in a church, a funeral or a court date.
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| Anxiety keeps me separate, to myself.
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| Getting higher by the day, reminds you of the divorce rate.
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| No place like home, fourth base, slide through for a play just to feel more
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| safe.
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| Even though I really know I can’t avoid fate, nor ignore hate.
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| I’m going through it as well, I consider myself and my music as means for me to
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| motivate.
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| It’s understood, sometimes good just ain’t good enough.
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| That’s okay cause I know I’m great.
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| I’m feeling like I’m running out of time, moving forward but I’m still behind.
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| And it seems the faster I run the less I get done and I don’t know why.
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| I got more money than time.
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| Just trying to get more money than time.
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| I’d rather put it in my rhymes than have somebody dropped down, have my body
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| can find.
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| Talk to my homies in the cell on the cell, someone out of time.
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| Let em know I’m doing fine, I got some girls on go, let em know when they fine.
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| They airing it, I’m racing myself, impatient with myself.
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| I know I don’t rest cause I sleep light.
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| Trying to eat right for the sake of my health.
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| What’s beef like when the steaks is well? |
| So high they let me gamble in a
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| separate room.
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| So high I’m riding next to known like eleven fifty-seven.
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| Make eleven, and a fear fire sitting right next to em.
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| Paranoid, like I’m on borrowed time.
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| All my shit like a rest room.
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| I’m feeling like I’m running out of time, moving forward but I’m still behind.
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| And it seems the faster I run the less I get done and I don’t know why.
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| Pacing myself and racing myself. |