And that’s what happens When you at war with yourself, always asking Where the time went? I ain’t got time left I ain’t got time How long is it gonna take? For you to call me up? For you to link me up? For you to roll one up? How long is it gon’ take until you’ve aired out? The longer I wait the less inclined I am to share out loud Inner convos, wild enough to put me in asylum Ticonderoga built like number one but still I’m hiding Buried thoughts, undig em, that’s instrumental flossing But second guessing when deeply pondering the me mental cost Inebriated, in layman’s terms, I’m bent or sauced Don’t want to be hated, have to ask what’s taking you so long to Call me up? For you to link me up? For you to roll one up? I ain’t got time How long is it gonna take? How long until I get over the petty shit? Dopamine overdosing every second, it’s Detrimental to my psyche, and my innocence Treating every interaction— get it over with Get it over with already if it’s meant to be Over stimulated, rolling round in satin sheets Written poems, count em up, in the hundreds, easy They gon notice, if something were to happen to me Nah don’t get the wrong idea, not clinging to the past Every minute passing, wanna treat it like my last Kinda morbid in hind sight, but that’s not how I see it Giving new value every time I ask for you to For you to call me up For you to link me up For you to roll one up I ain’t got time