Wayne Greaty - Time (Outro)

Time, we ain't got nothing but time
We spend it all on a dime
We ain't got nothing but
We ain't got nothing but
I put it all on the line
I had to perfect my grind
I had to work overtime
Stressing out til I'm crying
Told god I'm trying
But if you ain't busy living
Then ya might as well get busy dying
What am I implying
Shhhh..... silent
Have you ever had to try it
I got used to the quiet
So I'm still here dialing

Never really get answered
So sometimes I really feel stranded
This ain't really how I planned it
And I don't really understand it, no
As of now feel average
I ain't doing nothing outstanding
I just hope this ain't where I landed
Hope I can make use of these talents
Or at least find balance
(video reference)

I guess I was wrong then, like
I ain't the one that's singing this song then
Like, hit up my phone then
If you felt some type a way
Even tho I'm prolly on the way
Even tho my line prolly busy
I mean really, what else can I say
Shid I been tryna make a couple milli
Contemplating independent
But if a label call with a check attached
Who am I not to get it
When I got people that's depending
Tryna make it happen
Any way I can
Fuck a foreign whip
I got business ventures out on foreign land
Bank account still stuck on sand
And empty dreams
Backpack wit a Mac
And a couple pairs of underwear
That read supreme
And a little scale
That's triple beam
To weigh niggas success in the industry
They been lying to you
All the truth I'm seeking
I'm like the light within the beacon
And if yo baby moma creepin
I am also a likely reason
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