goneforasec ft. yayu & Ham Sandwich Lyrics

Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec but I haven't

I've barely been out of the house

Now the crowds have been forcing my habit

I'm chasing a dream on a feeling, I'm famished

Came face-to-face with the green, now I fiend for it

Bunny, I'm buggin for karats

Don't even ken what I need, I just bend to the breeze

Got no vision for children or marriage

I got no vision at all, imprisoned in walls

That I laid down brick by brick

Used to whip my stick shift, built my bridges

Working the nights, living shift by shift

Never thought I'd have a whip like this, pad like that

Own bit of home where I hang my hat

Haters will lie on my name

Putting shade on my face like a baseball cap

Got the military backdrop, one knife at the bedside

One in the bag with my laptop

Keep two blades in the stu for the paranoia

I don't wanna catch a round like a backstop

I could hear a mac pop

Sound of the street, blood pounding in ears of the flash mob

Wonder why I'm staying inside, making payment online

Bro, I've basically hit me the jackpot

Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec

I would be lying

How can I keep up the pace that I've set for myself

Get back on the grind

You gonna burn out someday if you don't take a break

I'm crossing the line

Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec

But I don't have the time

Too much money in the world and not enough good conscience

Plenty of them amateurs cook nonsense

Heavier banner to push concepts

Everything planned to fail, deliberate obsolescence

We were wrong as hell just cuz we want the heavens

Hatefuckin the universe raw

Losin control, she got me in her jaws

I'm feelin as awful as usual, crock of the crucible

Water is useful to hold

Quit pouring it on and resuture the holes

Muhfuckers not even users of poles

Really know people in streets who be trauma dumping

Good to eat at police, no haram or judging

Need a dollar from it, I been on a budget

Shit is all for one until its all for nothing

I dont want enough, I'm way spent

Tryna make it make sense til it make cents

Rappin just to pay rent made me hate rent

Cuz I still love rap, but it is a fake friend

I'mma need real topic, you want me to rap for real

Then I'll be on it

I'll have it packed and sealed before tomorrow

Love when a package earlier than promised

Smokin a stack, concealing all the sorrow

Broke my wrist in the oppression olympics

And they added that shit to my stats sheet

All of these niggas is athletes when they sitting in the backseat

Back streets flooded with broken dreams toting beams

Clutching triggers thinking that's what coping means

Hoping he ain't sold his soul, or so to speak

It's so demeaning, so defeating, so to be

Even but a shadow of his own potential, wait

Too much shit on my mental, wait

Amber alert, I heard they shit the bed and disappeared

Who the victim is it isn't crystal clear

Shit just isn't here

I'm pushing boulders till a Sisyphus appears

Getting older gave a nigga different fears

Used to thinking if he is or isn't-

Van Gogh lent me his missing ear

And told me listen here, shit is getting weird

In this hemisphere

Try defend for your rights or fend for a

Light to get sorta fried the bed pole is right

The next quarter might could end your demise

Is best for the likes of dead soles

Align the headstones and find the fed zone

Just do the deed, don't ask why I said so

It's Ham, Shwab, Yayu, and Oddwin

The greatest collab since knives and bread loaves

The mic I bless for a night, the temple the mind

The tempo, define the mental, of course I'mma talk my shit

Put it all to the pad, but it might not click

And it might not hit, but I'm Jaden in the making, let a icon live

I been writing too long, I had to ice my wrist

Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec

I would be lying

How can I keep up the pace that I've set for myself

Get back on the grind

You gonna burn out someday if you don't take a break

I'm crossing the line

Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec

But I don't have the time