TIME ON MY HANDS Lyrics

All this time on my hands I still feel it ain't enough

I confess my love to you Hope you feel where I'm coming from

Pit of my soul, blood of my blood Flesh of my flesh, yes

Know I need that ever-blessed when I'm stressed, yes

Hand on my word, I confess I'm a mess, yes

But it's a method to my madness, let you in If you don't stab me in my back

Make me regret the things I said Wondering if I should keep it to the voices

In my head, damn There's so much fake inside this world, don't

You go join it I'm really in the storm and I cannot conform

The local news paint my niggas like a horror Like, damn, homie, you supposed to be in a

Foreign Country with plenty bitches, not a cell with

Plenty niggas Gotta hold your head though, cause truthfully

We been in prison, I'ma break the chains, this for all my niggas

And we gon' break the bank, gotta ball my nigga

I just wanna feel love, fuck the fame Her head good, so I'm clutching on that brain

That pussy water, she said, can you stand the rain

I said, I'm sliding for her like we hydroplaning Gotta learn to walk before you get the whip

Gotta move the half before you get the zip It's levels to this shit, I'm on the up and up

This hold me down till my fucking time is up

All this time on my hands, I still feel it ain't enough

I confess my love to you, hope you feel where I'm coming from

Pit of my soul, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, yes

Know I need that ever-blessed when I'm stressed, yes

All this time on my hands, I still feel it ain't enough

I confess my love to you, hope you feel where I'm coming from

Pit of my soul, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, yes

Know I need that ever-blessed when I'm stressed

Yes