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lirik lagu time wasted – joel sieradzan

[hook]
i hope that i ain’t wasting my time with this sh*t
cause time is precious, i be having dreams and it seem like
i’m fine in this sh*t, but if i’m confessing, i’ll be real i don’t really
think i can survive in this b*tch, but i might finesse it
i don’t know, i can’t tell the future as i write the present
that’s just my impression

[verse 1]
so i gotta move right when i step in this b*tch and i’m gonna
fight whoever’s left in here until i can’t write no compassionate sh*t
no matter the time or effort i put in, but i got a whole lotta stuff
to prove so i don’t think i’ll be closing it up so soon
i got too many boulders i gotta move and i can’t do that not
doing what i wanna do, so mof*cka i’m gon do it and y’all can’t
tell me that i won’t do it, i’ll do it better than y’all and then leave
you wondering what in the h*ll even happened to this whole thing the game was something, then i made it nothing when i came
and k!lled you all with this one pen, took aim, explode then
i caused a bloodshed, boonk ganged it; took the whole thing and
run with it, good game to y’all but now i become king
see that’s what i think to myself, i envision myself up in a kingdom
i built but, does that kingdom even exist, or merely just a
thought or a figment of this imagination that i be dreaming of
bliss, success and wealth, these are just things that i wish for
even when i’m grieving or bleeding i’ll spit though, i ain’t never
leaving the sh*t no matter the situation i’m in
if i don’t make it i’m still gonna win, i gotta whole lotta patience
for this, but i ain’t a doctor so i pace and i sit, wondering if i won’t make it and sh*t but that’s all that i want so i’ll ache and i’ll live
’till i break through the game and say that i’m here to stay ’till my veins leak and drain all of the blood outta my whole d*mn body
i gotta go harder n0body stopping me, i’m cold hearted i don’t
got no options i just gotta flow ’till i’m thrown where the bodies
is thrown when they cold and my arteries no longer supporting
my blood and see my guardian angel and god is greeting me
at the top of a mountain
[hook]
i hope that i ain’t wasting my time with this sh*t
cause time is precious, i be having dreams and it seem like
i’m fine in this sh*t, but if i’m confessing, i’ll be real i don’t really
think i can survive in this b*tch, but i might finesse it
i don’t know, i can’t tell the future as i write the present
that’s just my impression

[verse 2]
i don’t really know where to go from here, do i get the hoes if
i blow up big, put the blow up my nose, be a chauvinist
wardrobe full of clothes i ain’t gonna wear, no calls on my phone cause i’m always busy, no devotion or love for my closest friends
miss home but i know if i go back there i’ll be scolded and
lonelier in my head then i ever was before
because if all this is l*st and the love is gone then i won’t have
sh*t to look up to or forward for so i hope that a trust is formed between myself and fortune if once i score i get what i want and have enough or more cause i was raised to be glorious and all
but at the same time learned that i mustn’t fall from grace when
i’m there, learn to be brave and embrace all my fears and
never spiral to a place that you can’t recover from
don’t cover your face with your hands, show the world
who the f*ck you are, let me know that you love all them ugly scars but at the same time you ain’t above no one you just
the same guy as the one you was before
nah, i won’t let it go to my head though, i’m sensible if i know
what i’m in for, but it can go from my notes and a pencil to benzos
or your emotions at ten fold, i know that sh*t can get scary
but i know that god is with me in every situation i’m in so
i’ll be fine with it
[hook]
i just hope that i ain’t wasting my time with this sh*t
cause time is precious, i be having dreams and it seem
like i’m fine in this sh*t but if i’m confessing, i’ll be real
i don’t really think i can survive in this b*tch, but i might finesse it
i don’t know, i can’t tell the future as i write the present
that’s just my impression

[outro]
time with this sh*t, time with this sh*t
time with this sh* time with this sh*t
time with this sh*t, time*time*time* time with this sh*t
time with this sh*t, time*time*time with this sh*t
time with this sh*t

- joel sieradzan

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