Time

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I done lost so much time
I don’t got no more left in mind
Kept composure, well I tried
Feeling like a soldier left behind
 
Sit back and recline
Spliff in my hand and I tapped into vibe
One of these days imma have to decide
Do I jump from this wave fore it crashes and dies?
Boy my tracks on the rise
I spy cash on horizon
Got half of a mind to get racks and decline them
Can’t do surviving
Pass me the mic and I’ll master my timing
Back at the line in the sand
With my hand on the past and my eyes on the highest
Scratched out the lines in my pad
That I wrote when I fell and I felt suicidal
Managed to stab through the silence
Crashed on the track to revival
Passed on the chance to get financed
Fastened my stance and that’s final
But what the fuck would I know?
Panicked when the things I wished would happen started happening
But unlike how I planned they never landed on a high note
Pan it out, there’s more than what the eyes show
Grabbing at the blindfold
Damaged deep within, I miss the habits that I had to keep my mind full
Habits that I’d die for
Packaged it inside though
Can’t be tantalised more
Can I turn the light on?
I been running blind in the dark
I been on my grind all my life, from the start
I been cutting ties, pull the knife from my heart
I been telling lies so my pride isn’t scarred
Out of fright I been hiding my art
Brought to light, I’m igniting a spark
Had to fight but the strife didn’t part
Now the psycho inside is in charge
 
I done lost so much time
I don’t got no more left in mind
Kept composure, well I tried
Feeling like a soldier left behind
I done lost so much time
I don’t got no more left in mind
Kept composure, well I tried
Feeling like a soldier left behind
I done went to war with my demons
I done had to build a fucking wall round my feelings
All my energy was poured into defence
I done lost it all due to motherfucking inhibitions
 
Ill intentions plagued my mind
I kept it all inside
Look up and see the ceiling missing
Fiending, feeling different
Weed ain’t healing
All the things I been concealing
Got me seeing visions
Fear of failing cut a deep incision
Keep persisting
Fore you reach your limits
 
I done lost time
Count down the days till the end of the line
Clock is ticking every minute inches from the gates of divine
Facing the firing squad
No escaping my crimes
 
Fatally I walked a mile in they shoes like I got shit to prove
And I wasted the ride
 
Wasted and high
Paced back and forth with my fate on the board and I’m shaking the dice
Raced round the course and of course found my place was behind
Patience ain’t my
Greatest of strengths but I’m basing my senses on chasing a life
That I hate but the prize
 
Is the gaze of their eyes
For the fame I’ve been thriving
Change my deciding
Fates are aligning
Stay in the light and
Claim your desires
Payments are rising
Ain’t this surprising
Pain ain’t residing
Lay till the insults they spray
Fade into silence
I been running blind in the dark
I been on my grind all my life, from the start
I been cutting ties, pull the knife from my heart
I been telling lies so my pride isn’t scarred
Out of fright I been hiding my art
Brought to light, I’m igniting a spark
Had to fight but the strife didn’t part
Now the psycho inside is in charge
 
I done lost so much time
I don’t got no more left in mind
Kept composure, well I tried
Feeling like a soldier left behind
I done lost so much time
I don’t got no more left in mind
Kept composure, well I tried
Feeling like a soldier left behind

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SeaJay
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