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[Verse 1]:
Bad habits get the best of me
Rap is like a meal and im just working up a recipe
Rest in peace, to all the haters standing next to me
Never used to wanna listen now I bet you press repeat
Tossing and turning, in a bed that I can’t sleep in
Everyday’s another struggle, gotta face my demons
Everyday’s another struggle, open eyes could see it
Open up ya mind, don’t be blind to the secrets and often
I feel like I’m trapped in a coffin
Talking with my conscience
Claustrophobic, I become surrounded by the nonsense
Taking safety precautions, when it comes to targeting audiences
I’m an artist that is
Painting pictures, & im crazy in the mind
Watch on, but I always lose the sense of the time
Timeless actions, busy making moves
Its old news, the new things that you think I do
Chorus: MetanoIIa (x10)
[Verse 2]:
Staring at a watch with no numbers to show you how important the time is
They say time is money, but my time is priceless…everything has its process
Creating crafts in-order, to earn a profit
Chillin’ with my pack, plotting on a way to make an attack
Targetin’ ya eardrums, hoping that You hear son
Never let the negative consume me
I know you feel the heat, cause my verses humid
I know you feel the beat cause Clairmont Produced it
Using words to paint pictures through the music
Drugged out 'motions, not upon cloud 9, but i’m getting loopy
I used to wanna Skateboard like that nigga Lupe
Now I just kick & push til these dudes press play
In this life its hard to maintain, looks are deceiving
Believe me, even the word believe is often hard to believe in
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