Loss of Time Lyrics

Trapped in my mind all the damn time, I

Think about the dreams I'm trying achieve, on a timer

Every second passing by is another second less in a life

I think that's obvious, but it's why I'm always stressed with time

There's a fine line between relaxation, procrastination

I hate seeing my phone screen time, seeing hours wasted

Some may say everything I do's a waste of time

Fuck am I writing rhymes? Fuck am I writing scripts

Editing vids and pics? Think people giving a shit

I don't know, but fuck it, man, my passions lasts in these crafts

Working like it's my job, but I always get nothing back

Trust me, I know them eyerolls when I say that I rap

I prefer to stay silent and just show them my tracks

Even if they don't like it, at least they hearing the heart

Knowing that I'm improving and actually trying to go far

I'm telling myself that one day that this shit gon work out

I be driving home from work, ready to throw in the towel

Is it normal at all to cry while driving home alone

Radio blasting, emotions growing

Is that depression showing

Second guessing motions of life

Am I really doing it right

Wipe the tears out my eyes

I'm truly happy with life, but feeling saddest inside

My Saturdays are divided to smiling and crying

Don't even fight it, I sit down, typing these rhymes and

Hoping my mind eases when my fingers

Releases each of these pieces

Heart freezes when the evening hits

Can't sleep cause I am in my head

Keep on feeling the fears and dread

Leave for one second and mind's begging

To get back in the room,

Hit the sack and hit snooze

Hating the fact I lose

It's the routine for me that don't let me dream at all really peacefully

Work away, sleep, and in between, a couple little happy things

Rap is like half of me

Can't reset to factory

So I'm stuck with these memories

Even the ones that fuck with me

Huffing, puffing does nothing

Chugging, wake up disgusting

Alcohol, no discussion, down em all til I'm rushing

To the toilet, it's pointless, I'm flushing

All the coins that I spent on these fucking bottles

Of pink moscato, McDonald's

Life be coasting like Cyclone

Ups and downs, but it's shaky

Open now, but it's aging

One more bad day to break me

Relationships dissipating

Acquaintances turned to pen pals

Lives fly by like they freight trains

Different paths that take we now

Look to my side, I'll wave

We changed lanes for a while now

Current state I'm in, I'm mixed

Really sucks to feel this

Hope this changes with time, maybe couple rhymes

I keep myself all the time, all occupied

Cause even in the light, man that dark could rise

Even a heart of gold could fucking turn to wine

If you ever let your mind ever lose to time