TIDES
Lyrics
This ain't for people, this one for myself
Took a couple months break needed to focus on myself
This rap shit can get stressful
All the weights that's on my shoulders "be successful"
It ain't helpful no
Extending all these numbers like a cheque do
Money can really buy dreams
Money can really buy dreams
She screams how I've changed when really I'm the same
This life takes getting used to
I ain't gon' be like I used to
Check it, yeah
Staring at reflections, I got dimensions teaching me a lesson
I learnt my lesson, so baby please just listen
I'm in my own mind even though it's not mine
Wait I'm running out of time with this shit
Oh, I'm running with my mind with this shit
I got a 3D view of my life and shit
But I could never seem to touch it
Wait I'm running out of time with this shit
I'm running with my mind with this shit
I got the 3D view of my life and shit, damn
But I could never seem to touch it
I could never seem to touch it
My brain tell me that I really shouldn't feel pain
My eyes tell me that I really shouldn't feel rain
My gut tells me that I really won't like fame
My heart tells me that the people gotta know your name
Hello son, how you doing spoke in a while
Came to me that I really should call my child
I'm your father, it's what I meant to do right?
How your mother I should ask about her too right?
Nah you right, well I gotta go I should say goodnight
I ain't say I love you, i was hoping you might
Hello father, how you doing?
Nice of you to call when you see what that i'm doing
Nice of you to care when you saw what I'm pursuing
You didn't last year, probably thought we losing
Don't ever call me talking about no fuck shit
I'm saying this cause I know you'll hear it
A bit of money in the winter sure won't make me happy
You don't get I just wanna hear you say you love me
But you probably don't
But you probably don't
I'm running out of time with this shit
I'm running with my mind with this shit
I got the 3D view of my life and shit
But i could never seem to touch it
I'm running out of time with this shit
I'm running out my mind with this shit
I got the 3D view of my life and shit
Strange, like death and taxes
Well done, son
Well done, Tos
Well done
Writer(s): Finn Mclean, Jack Pope, Jon Sinfield, Tom Benson, Tom Ridley
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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