FLIES' EYES Lyrics

On the ledge daring myself to stand up still

Sentiments I'm seeing is underhanded

Devil going over his plans, never swayin' my march

They sell they soul, it'll only cost me a band, muhfuckas ain't got the bandwidth

Bunch of bandits, tryn run off with my shit

I'm doin' the Eiffel, I need the baguettes

Landed on top of panicked niggas tap dancing

Don't you know you niggas could stop?

Holding hands with the devil

Don't you know that it stopped? We got the planet

Catchin' errything

Ackee and saltfish on my plate

Visions is blank, till I mature enough into myself, mirror I faced

Man in the picture just isn't as all there as I thought

Smudge and a blot, missin' my face

After all we ain't shit but a dot

Nigga face it's fate,

Can't be out here vacant

Universe ain't that patient

Can't be out here waiting

I'm pinning the date

Calendar got the chills, it might see a tear on my face

Thinkin' I got the will but the walls close in as it seems whenever I sit still

I ain't got a minute to wait, my watch pissed at my pace

Safe like "Nigga, wait up"

Wake up, get this shit straightened like

Pillows and blankets

I think it's safe to say I been on my way

Time takes time

Things take time to do

I'll make mine

Might make some for you

Might make some for you

Soon enough, won't have to worry bout it

And I'll be finished my race

I wanna make sure that all of my kin off spring boarding they tastes into organizations

How could I stay apathetic, lethargic or mad at the rain?

It reminds me it wash away errything

I finger painted for days

I wanted the brush, they told me to wait

Lord, this world never given it to me straight

I had to think

Making it work, wiggling through the days

Biting my tongue, holdin' in shit I needed to say

Ten years later it's too late, been waitin' on apologies from 2011

Might get to see heaven before my traumas addressed

In a 7-Eleven, should be a 911 instead

Holdin' hard on my head

If I let go, I might not get outta bed

Call 911 I'm dead

Was finna say, all my niggas know Imma get it, it's just a matter of when

I been checking these cheques off of my list, offin' my limbs

This job shit costin' me an arm and a leg already

How long does this go?

Cause something gotta give

Just can't be my body, givin' up not a part of me

They want the best out of me, I'll be the best out prolly

Been that since my rents was tellin' me finish the broccoli

How did nobody stop me?

Guided

Time takes time

Things take time to do

I'll make mine

Might make some for you

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Might make some for you

Soon enough

Won't have to worry bout it