BUSY MIND Lyrics

Are you imprisoned by thought

When you is ridden with thought

For me, I feel a freedom when I've sat and written my thoughts

Learned to position my thoughts

Where I can listen to thoughts

And know everything I think ain't a decision 'cause thoughts

Forget about the circumstances that leave you out of fault

And now you feel accountable for pain and struggle that's not

Accredited to you, look what it did to you. Stop, stop

Slow down, you know how to clear up a thought

Whoa

Busy mind

Slow them thoughts down

Now, now

Breathe and let your life play out

Good things take time

Busy mind

Oh

Slow your mind down

You living but you missing life

When today's gone I'ma miss it

I'm steady reminiscing

That day that I just rushed through was my only chance to live it

Not upset by the thought of the flop

Cuz now I'll flip it

Like it's HGTV

If my mom could see me

I think it'd be disbelief that she someone that I ain't missing

Hope she questions why she'd leave me, she the only one that's tripping

Trippie life is just a trip and

I'ma maximize the distance cuz I

Wanna see it all, need it all; never-ending wish list, oh

Forget about the circumstances that leave you out of fault

And now you feel accountable for pain and struggle that's not

Accredited to you, look what it did to you. Stop, stop

Slow down, you know how to clear up a thought

Whoa

Busy mind

Whoa

Breathe and let your life play out

Good things take time

Busy mind

Oh

Slow your mind down, you living but you missing life

With all the "I mights," and the fights that take place in your mind

About all the time you spend invested in shit you don't like

When you was that child, just like Mike, you said you wanna fly

You reached standard height and lost desire for that kind of high

So what's the matter if you lost yesterday

Cuz you still got today

To become A1 be F9 and put your foot in the race

Yeah, I'm sure they could contemplate

If all their work was a waste

And then the world would give 'em answers to make sure they don't take

A chance, big hands

To take the wheel

This metaphor inter-stanza

I can't stand the

In-the-stands love

It's just too conditional and unconditioned, oh

Know I once was childish, now got mileage

Fixed it up like Big-O

Busy mind

Slow them thoughts down

Now, now

Breathe and let your life play out

Good things take time

Busy mind

Oh

You living but you missing life