Run it back for the feels
Pop a seal
What's the deal
I’ve been hiding in the hills
It's not cool to keep it real
I’ve been feeling antiquated
Out of touch
Unrelated
Peace of mind
Decapitated
Broken down
Dilapidated
The pain exacerbated
I'm praying for some comfort in this body I’m leasing
Another day gone by
The shot clock is all I’m seeing
Till it's ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Rest in pieces
Jesus
Grounded in this disarray I’m seeing
Sometimes I don’t believe it
Pick up a New York Times and actually read it
And then I’m earthbound again
Just the pot calling the kettle black again
Where's these trustworthy friends in this world we're in
All we value is a fortune and it never ends
This isn’t slanted with conceited vibes
I’m just tryna make sense of the things I feel inside
What's the time

Whose bias do you seek
What practice do you preach
March to the drum of which beat
Or strive to summit which peak
Some find religion in these streets
Some find religion in their speech
Some find religion in beliefs
But me
I try to just be

So let me be
Vibe with me
Vibe
Get high with me
Get high
Fly with me
Fly
And ride with me
Ride with me
Or die with me

Picket fences
Getting judged off credentials
In a world so crazy better off to be prudential
And each day I’m pulling further away
Feeling so jaded there's no answers or so they say
All the different paths we take
Just to meet the same fate
It's a fucking rat race
Heard this life is what you make
Or better yet what you take
Can’t settle for the same story
Boy I need that glory
I'm Brooklyn's finest
Told you to rewind this
Not worried about views
Worried about being timeless
Somehow I remained crimeless
Ironic that my happy days were when the boy was dimeless
And what I’m finding
Inside a silver lining
It's more internal than external
Keep grinding
With two on feet on the ground
I got my head in the clouds
I know it's coming soon
I can feel it now
What's the time

What's the motherfucking time
Bring it back
Yeah you know what time it is
Whose bias do you seek
What practice do you preach
Marching the drum of which beat
Or strive to summit which peak
Some find religion in these streets
Some find religion in their speech
Some find religion in beliefs
But me
I try to just be
So let me be