Pay Me In Time

[Verse 1]

What it is

I give a fuck what a pundit is

I give a fuck 'bout a talkin' head

I David Byrne this bitch to the ground

They do not know who they fucking with

Can't blame 'em, don't even know themselves

I've been a fighter, fight since like eight

Probably realized it when I was twelve

I probably outdid they bucket list

When Fab was still wearin' them bucket hats

Back when I was gettin' bucket stats

Just tryna prove that I was a man

Just tryna prove that I wasn't bitch

Took me 'til my twenty-somethings

This also concerned me what toughness is now and I was on somе fuckery

Got my priorities straight on my company

Love is thе luxury

But I'll be damned if the leather ain't buttery (Woo)

I'll be dancin' on them when they front on me (Woo)

Shakin' hands, but I know they made fun of me (Woo)

Funny, but what can I do when the faith's low? (Oh)

Feel the clock runnin' out on my race, woah

[Refrain]

Said I just wanna take my time, but is it my time to hold?

Said I just wanna make my mind, but is it still mine to know?

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Yo, yo

If I had a minute every time they done and did it, be infinity up on my clock

Prophet or a profit? What good if I cannot stop it?

Got this path I'm talkin', what if there's no way to walk?

[Verse 2]

I don't know, I don't know

Mind full of places that I won't go

Chest full of hatred that I don't show

I gotta take that on my soul

Do I have time, have time to grow?

I don't know

So either pay me in time, in time, in time, in time or hit the road

[Outro]

Coming to you live from the end of the world

For all you people out there, real, digital, and otherwise

I've been asked to relay a request

This is for Craft

City kid, you know, all sad and whatnot?

Though at the genesis of a journey, you could say

Here's a hit with him in mind