PRIMETIME

In my prime time, let me cook In my prime time, let me cook

Expressing all the divinities On the minds of infinity of time

Disease, re-identification, circumstances And in the mind we find ain't no weather

And it's the preacher for some cold, or some deceivers

The notes in my head is more of the non-believers We can get the bread often in the in-betweeners

The subconscious is more of the in-betweeners You can't believe in your wanna-believe-in

But you gotta believe in the deceiving Focus on the course of what you be dreaming

I've been focusing on two things more than once That's egregious

The focus on what you wanna shift is more of the ether

I want to spit and focus on my own intuition Focusing all the intuitions in your gut and your health