I know that I'm clouded I'm just procrastinating Hope the Sun shines someday upon me I'll open my eyelids And see what I was missing cause my mind was so weak I'll crack open a smile for all the times I couldn't speak My mind
It don't even matter, never lost faith in it Now I make a little pape' with it Fuck around, make a name with it This a cold brew, with some pain in it Now the boy got some age in 'em Same book, but the page different Set a bookmark, but it kept flipping on me I'm running outta time
Running outta' Running outta' Running outta time Running out Running outta Running outta time Running outta Running Running outta time Running out
