(NJ, 973)
There won't ever be a right time
Woke up, then I realized that it's all mine
I gotta make it on my own, no play time
Feel like I said it all before, 'cause I did
When am I gon' listen to these thoughts in my head?
All the shit I keep inside
Bubble up at the seams, now I gotta pay the price
No smoking for another month, ain't no runner up
I'm about to run amok, yo
Tryna keep it cool, but I'm raging
Went from blue to red in a second
Went through the bag in a minute
I'll be in a new place in about an hour
I want the right kind of tears in another year
Fear been pushing on my back my whole life
Peep hole that I peer, but I'm still scared
Tryna keep my circle clean, I gotta make it right
Tayo on the beat, been a while
In the back of the whip smoking milds
In the lake lab, Rhodes to the tape
In the city if I make no more mistakes
Tryna keep it cool, but I'm raging
Went from blue to red in a second
Went through the bag in a minute
I'll be in a new place