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