Lyrics

Yeah It's like they rushin' me to get better But it's like I take my time though, you know? Tryin' as fast as I can Speedy recovery isn't happening fast as I'd like it, I'd like it So I think that I'm gonna be going back to the past To try finding, try finding 'Cause life goes fast and the pain goes slow And it might come back but what they don't know is How to keep up in a constant race against time Earth spins so quick, suffering's quicksand Hurts for me to know this, gettin' hard to withstand Some things I don't get, take it up with big man My hearts like clothes and I wear it like a wristband Sick of hearing speedy recovery That'll never happen judging by the people in front of me And the board of mental health are gonna think what they wanna be Sit calm, I got three demons keeping me company Super cynical to woman who be leading with love with me 'Cause a hoe will tell me anything when she end up fuckin' me And then hoes tell like a vehicle bumper G On second thought, maybe we could meet at the double tree I was pickin' with 'soda because I'm locked up Tryin' to get my freedom but luckily I'm a con ugh with a K Bring what you wanna bring to the potluck And my self-esteem isn't bubbly like a hottub, anyway I'm here, I'm up at least if you got the Time because I need to be up to see if they'll drop the freakin' case Be with me honey, we get the job done I'm the crazy, and you, luckily you're the hot one Kim and Ye Things are messed up with me Moving at a speed of like 1MP Ex genius discoveries Sick of all the people that's rushing me Wait we should discuss something Hope you're gonna frequently jump the seas Pace beat like productions, see My heart needs to be fucking replaced 'cause Speedy recovery isn't happening fast as I'd like it, I'd like it So I think that I'm gonna be going back to the past To try finding, try finding 'Cause life goes fast but the pain goes slow And it might come back but what they don't know is How to keep up in a constant race against time In spite like hatred for it, my new-found fame my pain is sore And my brain got all type of things to sort Godspeed how I cut, now paint a sword They tellin' me to get better quick but I can't resort Like vacation, wait what you take me for? I mean, mentally crashing is what I can't afford That's pointless, like a PlayStation 4 You can't console a game that I tape record I mean, you got some friends you can play this for Unless they gon' hate they'll take to court me Because you squares what I'm aiming towards Like a B-Ball game I don't speak y'all name But mine in your mouth like a canker sore Because they want me and {twisted Insane} in war Until we blow out each other brain of course I got love, so yea I stayed on course It hurts to lose a brother, maybe four Like Tyrese been an angel since a baby boy So my big heart, you can't destroy Rittz done made me rich, so I pay it forth The pain done made me sick and I can't ignore it The fame and fortune came No relation toward family, friends, and fans that I hate the more The more it goes up, life Strange of course They hate Tech said I'll take the torch But way before I let you take my place I make motherfuckers die in a Blaze of Glory Wikipedia my nigga, change the story There's something in the air, trying to Agent Orange me Feelin like I'm dying slow but my faith restores me Move slow, I'll refrain now sing it for me Speedy recovery isn't happening fast as I'd like it, I'd like it So I think that I'm gonna be going back to the past To try finding, try finding 'Cause life goes fast but the pain goes slow And it might come back but what they don't know is How to keep up in a constant race against time Hurry up and get well soon Lone wolf and a pale moon Lickin' on em might help wounds Taste the blood and my self soothes Takin' time I'm in hell too Dying slow with each breath fool Left to get through Heck you, expect who to Hurry up and get well soon Lone wolf and a pale moon Lickin' on em might help wounds Taste the blood and my self soothes Takin' time I'm in hell too Dying slow with each breath fool Left to get through Heck you, expect to
Writer(s): Tarrel C. Gulledge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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