Time (Success) (Demo)
Channel: UHsheen
Date: 2021-10-22

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When the times right 
Imma quick slide 
Dont wanna intrude
On your free time 

When the times right 
Imma quick slide 
Dont wanna intrude
On your free time 

Time, the only thing I have to give, unable to work when alot allotted 
Transfixed on quick fixes attempting to fix these missteps 
A transient window that is as painless as I make it  
A stainless steal so clean and quick I plan to squeeze every drip
Out of metal bars and still marring the timeline 
Positively or negatively is yet to be scene 
Lieing to everybody around me, a sign of times 
The tale of talent squandered, pondering everything that could go wrong 
A sonder, stop being a fucking pussy ass bitch 
So many people wish they could be in your shoes
Tylenol for the head aches, a pail of prospers 
Timing 
Waiting above the door ready to fall on my head 
6 months turn into 2, weeks work I already want my sabbatical 
Waiting for it instead of going out chasing it 
Bad at discourse, saba care for me like salem ilese I'm mad at these needs
I hear you talking you make it so blatant and obvious 
I may be upstairs and my vision impaired but my hearing is fine 
I find it hard to believe but I discern the dissonance 
From my kin no less, if I lessen the burden, they can just take it on the chin 
And begin again, you gain nothing from the current circumstance
You wouldn't realise a good thing even if it came and hit you on the head 

When the times right 
Imma quick slide 
I dont wanna intrude
On your free time 

When the times right 
Imma quick slide 
Dont wanna intrude
On your free time 

I'm feeling good, feeling better, filling the shoes of you with bigger feets 
A different measure of success, 150m km up I'm blessed 
It's so bright to be the biggest star, it sucks zest out of me 
Flew past the moon a quick rise, I cut ties pretty easily 
Weir controlling the sea where I want it to be but it's not to my liking anymore 
I fear what could exist below the sky if I come falling with the stars 
It might aswell be the end of the world if I don't feel above it 
Complain about the cold but its getting too hot underneath my feet 
The flowers dieing, no place for crying eyes 
The water just dries up when it's weak 
The planet opening beneath and closing in on me, I got burned 
More opulence I'll be happy finally 
A certain gravitas needed to be up this high with more opportunity to fall 
The worst is yet to come, we're not on earth anymore 
I've conformed becoming a granule a part in the environment 
A new age pariah an old story to the writer 
Biting my lip, holding my tongue, faking a content expression 
Through the content I express but it's become so formulaic
Why does it all sound the same, repurposed 
What I'm doing isn't unique in any shape or form 
They talking, they talking, they plotting, they talking
Why they tapping feet, making it awkward 
It's getting bad now I bow out, wait that's my boat you fucking stole it 
Tightening of the chest, I'm stumbling over my words 
Dying, stalling, enthralled in the frivolous, a quick rise and fall 
It's never good enough, becoming everything I hated 

Late for everything for you, time is everything I need