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MAYBE LIFE IS JUST AN ILLUSION LIKE A DREAM INSIDE OUR MINDS AT AT NIGHT
TIME IS WHAT WE LIVE BY AND DEPEND ON DEADLINES ALWAYS TICKING BY
My unique traits may seem strange, my brain interlaces thoughts no words can explain.
I choose to remain real, hate causing pain my heart is pure that’ll never change
Spaced out amazed wander off to another place SO i'm faced
Face to face with my soul inside,
No trace I remain numb, no pain but lost in a strange maze
NO escape; almost feels like my soul can separate,
Yet still communicate and beat with my heart rate
IM JUST NOT THE same never felt I could relate much most people fake
Taught myself at a young age when i’m turned away to sense the shade from these good for nothing flakes
On With the next, erase this day. Life's so fuckin crazy
Each phase that we live learn just a little bit, but still can’t make sense, how we exist, all this Doesn’t fit
Fall into debt, lost in regret this way we live, unfair?
Got a late start well that’s life, no one cares.
Boardwalk and park place owned by the billionaires.
MAYBE LIFE IS JUST AN ILLUSION LIKE A DREAM INSIDE OUR MINDS,
TIME IS WHAT WE LIVE BY AND DEPEND ON DEADLINES ALWAYS TICKING BY
Time, never really mine, can’t seem to find it maybe i’m blind, or maybe it’s so quick it
JUST slips by without saying bye
Why would it be so cruel when i’m so kind?
I can watch as a clock tick tocks, and chimes,
Break the glass force the hands back from 12 to 9
But still I continue to find a frustrated mind as time sinks with the motion of a blink, I age, my mistakes are made set in stone and staged
Seconds just fade away
They just won’t remain no going back, no changing a thing,
Time can never be gained lives not like a game most people go
Some stay some do drugs just to throw it in the clocks face
but inevitably In every case time holds the place as the king, of all eternity.
The boss of it all no one can beat it cant keep it, but for some reason, we all need it.
MAYBE LIFE IS JUST AN ILLUSION LIKE A DREAM INSIDE OUR MINDS AT AT NIGHT
TIME IS WHAT WE LIVE BY AND DEPEND ON DEADLINES ALWAYS TICKING BY
I guess that’s a rap, dont know what to call it since my hearts not intact,
and my my brain - wandering off the tracks to find it but i keep grinding finding
Nothin but a world of hate yep its great.
MAYBE LIFES JUST AN ILLUSION thus my fate i'll awake. ---- ill awake.
Mother fuckers
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap