Jwhy - On Time Lyrics

Cry for me
Die for me

I can't see
The clouds are much too bleak
So favor my physique
And hate on my repeats
Of rhythmic battle cries
Sadistic, fickle lies
No matter how hard I try
I'll never cry for you on time

So what I'll never cry
Didn't ask to be alive
But I'm never gonna die
Girl I'll stay inside
Of your mind for all time
Hope that you will be my line
To the other side
To my brothers still alive
I'm right on time
To make you mine
I'm right on time
To make you mine

I can't see
The clouds are much too bleak
So favor my physique
And hate on my repeats
Of rhythmic battle cries
Sadistic, fickle lies
No matter how hard I try
I'll never cry for you on time

Look at the time while I rhyme
And I'm dying inside
Tryin' to lie but I pull out the nine
I got your bitch on the side of my side
I got your bitch on the side of my side
I'm gonna pull up and shoot in your eyes
I am a chaser I run till I die
I am a dreamer I live in the sky
I live in the clouds on a plane called THC
But I'm comin' down with a cold it's hard to think
Somebody visited me where I sleep
I didn't offer she offered to me
I said I didn't know how she could sleep
Knowin' her pussy was open for free
I drive a bargain
I'm ballin'
If I die it'd be an abortion
Offer me twins
Hop in the Benz
I f*ck this city up
Killin' my organs
Am I an orphan
Swim in endorphins
I take the darkest of demons and hoard them
F*ck if they bored, then call up the lord
They really should shut up 'bout god if they whores
I am more holy than thou
Hit up your bitch like I'm gettin' my crown
She got a man, the king of the damned
I hit him and I get pulled into the ground
Now I'm in hell and I hear what you're yellin'
Now that I fell I can see I'm a felon
I took a breath like it's fish and we're whalin'
I'm breakin' my back just to make it to vet'ran
Started to think I was quittin'
Nah, I just want you to be fitted for sittin' or winnin'
You're bitchin' 'bout all of the spendin' I did
When I mentioned the dicks that you're gettin'
You bitch
You took my heart and you tore it apart
I don't want this to be makin' you art
You were the worst f*ckin' part
Of all the things that my heart loved
Did I mention that my heart was
Unreligious from the start what
I was tryna figure out what the buzz was about
I was fakin' 'em out
Takin' a count or blazing the loud
I'm makin' a cloud of laced to astound
The bitches for districts
This shit's reminiscent
Of life in the prisons
I'm famous for loud

I can't see
The clouds are much too bleak
So favor my physique
And hate on my repeats
Of rhythmic battle cries
Sadistic, fickle lies
No matter how hard I try
I'll never cry for you on time