I don't know where I should go without needing you
If I catch up on sleep I won't catch what is depleting you
Fiending off breadcrumbs but writing to proceed to booth
Mic is all just messed up must be fire I been speaking to it
Kneeling at your bedside, wish I could get into it if I was in your head tonight
It's best that you repeat the music
You might find there a beat that makes no excuses
As time gets shed I know I'm only close to losing more time we'd share
I hope I don't spend it at your tomb and who's to say we'd ever find the perfect tune to play
Crude for me to think it but I been deep in the rest not much left but itching in my frontal cortex
Stupid investments constantly testing my inner most patience
Finna get anxious and lurk for sedation
Saying shit that wasn't meant to be played with and nowadays I could sit in the same spot having insane thoughts manic and frame botched
Granted my weight's lost
Standing in ways harm
Switching for sake of the song
Demons I been chasing 'em off
Mistaken for the wake of 'em all
Well lately I've been festered but elated at the cadence I've brought
It's over but feels stuck at where it left off
Slumped over in the chair
Oh, aesop on double time
It's now or never, gotta take what's mine
Do or die
Never waste time
I'm with my slimes
Had to fake it cause I couldn't be creative
Now she hate me but she'll still see me later
In the making we are still imitating
In a city that ain't ready to be flamed yet
Apologies to my folks and the reverend
The message that is spread crafts a road that is treacherous
Hard to be bold in my bed rest accepted that I cant quit
Stuck with a fist clenched
Did it for the mandem
Frantic so I stand still
Taking all your chances make the chants stay repressed
Death to my freelancing had to rap inside the clique
Tired of all the issues had the mrs. meet my bitch
Enchanted by the sickness that was meant to be my death
Proceed to call for action till the madness matches more of what we say
I ain't finna state again just run up the mixtape
Shit be riddled with gems
I ain't feeling what you say please steer me away
Intentions never clear like the sight of what lays ahead and as time goes by imna find why I'm made for this
It's over but feels stuck at where it left off
Slumped over in the chair
Oh, aesop on double time
It's now or never, gotta take what's mine
Do or die
Never waste time
I'm with my slimes
Had to fake it cause I couldn't be creative
Now she hate me but she'll still see me later
In the making we are still imitating
In a city that ain't ready to be flamed yet
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I don't know where I should go without needing you
If I catch up on sleep I won't catch what is depleting you
Fiending off breadcrumbs but writing to proceed to booth
Mic is all just messed up must be fire I been speaking to it
Kneeling at your bedside, wish I could get into it if I was in your head tonight
It's best that you repeat the music
You might find there a beat that makes no excuses
As time gets shed I know I'm only close to losing more time we'd share
I hope I don't spend it at your tomb and who's to say we'd ever find the perfect tune to play
Crude for me to think it but I been deep in the rest not much left but itching in my frontal cortex
Stupid investments constantly testing my inner most patience
Finna get anxious and lurk for sedation
Saying shit that wasn't meant to be played with and nowadays I could sit in the same spot having insane thoughts manic and frame botched
Granted my weight's lost
Standing in ways harm
Switching for sake of the song
Demons I been chasing 'em off
Mistaken for the wake of 'em all
Well lately I've been festered but elated at the cadence I've brought
It's over but feels stuck at where it left off
Slumped over in the chair
Oh, aesop on double time
It's now or never, gotta take what's mine
Do or die
Never waste time
I'm with my slimes
Had to fake it cause I couldn't be creative
Now she hate me but she'll still see me later
In the making we are still imitating
In a city that ain't ready to be flamed yet
Apologies to my folks and the reverend
The message that is spread crafts a road that is treacherous
Hard to be bold in my bed rest accepted that I cant quit
Stuck with a fist clenched
Did it for the mandem
Frantic so I stand still
Taking all your chances make the chants stay repressed
Death to my freelancing had to rap inside the clique
Tired of all the issues had the mrs. meet my bitch
Enchanted by the sickness that was meant to be my death
Proceed to call for action till the madness matches more of what we say
I ain't finna state again just run up the mixtape
Shit be riddled with gems
I ain't feeling what you say please steer me away
Intentions never clear like the sight of what lays ahead and as time goes by imna find why I'm made for this
It's over but feels stuck at where it left off
Slumped over in the chair
Oh, aesop on double time
It's now or never, gotta take what's mine
Do or die
Never waste time
I'm with my slimes
Had to fake it cause I couldn't be creative
Now she hate me but she'll still see me later
In the making we are still imitating
In a city that ain't ready to be flamed yet
If I catch up on sleep I won't catch what is depleting you
Fiending off breadcrumbs but writing to proceed to booth
Mic is all just messed up must be fire I been speaking to it
Kneeling at your bedside, wish I could get into it if I was in your head tonight
It's best that you repeat the music
You might find there a beat that makes no excuses
As time gets shed I know I'm only close to losing more time we'd share
I hope I don't spend it at your tomb and who's to say we'd ever find the perfect tune to play
Crude for me to think it but I been deep in the rest not much left but itching in my frontal cortex
Stupid investments constantly testing my inner most patience
Finna get anxious and lurk for sedation
Saying shit that wasn't meant to be played with and nowadays I could sit in the same spot having insane thoughts manic and frame botched
Granted my weight's lost
Standing in ways harm
Switching for sake of the song
Demons I been chasing 'em off
Mistaken for the wake of 'em all
Well lately I've been festered but elated at the cadence I've brought
It's over but feels stuck at where it left off
Slumped over in the chair
Oh, aesop on double time
It's now or never, gotta take what's mine
Do or die
Never waste time
I'm with my slimes
Had to fake it cause I couldn't be creative
Now she hate me but she'll still see me later
In the making we are still imitating
In a city that ain't ready to be flamed yet
Apologies to my folks and the reverend
The message that is spread crafts a road that is treacherous
Hard to be bold in my bed rest accepted that I cant quit
Stuck with a fist clenched
Did it for the mandem
Frantic so I stand still
Taking all your chances make the chants stay repressed
Death to my freelancing had to rap inside the clique
Tired of all the issues had the mrs. meet my bitch
Enchanted by the sickness that was meant to be my death
Proceed to call for action till the madness matches more of what we say
I ain't finna state again just run up the mixtape
Shit be riddled with gems
I ain't feeling what you say please steer me away
Intentions never clear like the sight of what lays ahead and as time goes by imna find why I'm made for this
It's over but feels stuck at where it left off
Slumped over in the chair
Oh, aesop on double time
It's now or never, gotta take what's mine
Do or die
Never waste time
I'm with my slimes
Had to fake it cause I couldn't be creative
Now she hate me but she'll still see me later
In the making we are still imitating
In a city that ain't ready to be flamed yet
Writer: chris santana
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid