[Intro]

There's no time to wait, there’s no time to wait

[Verse]

I  am just making these lyrics, much less time on the beats

Like  you sip and it's weak, but it's cool, just you see

I’ve got time to progress with the bars, cuz the beast

Part is not the vibes yet, but the vibes I ingest

And  invent. Might switch then with the best wreckless grip

Hope  it's not just me hobby, having pre-meeting lobbies

Would deplete and undrop me. I'd be under the rockies

The  calendar's in octaves. From reality, be not saved

Take the good with the bad, ok? It's mad gray

Or if your flavor is denial, then live that way

It's the flavor of the month 12 months of the year

But  from what I hear, it causes cancer and shit

They say everything does, so I everything spit

Gee whiz, I hope this music brings you a boatload of pleasure

I'm rhyming in the deep end, yet your toes are no wetter

Do not feel a need to blush about things that bring you pleasure

Nobody needs to deny themselves the pursuit of pleasure. Look

If pleasure is all we have...would you be mad?

Just don't rage quit, continue and make those funny faces

Faces on the dollar, faces on the cash

The beautiful face you make when your soul’s about to crash

Don’t ask me why I see so much beauty in despair

Anyway, who cares? You can see it if it's there

Beauty, beauty, beauty, beauty, beauty, it’s truthfully

Hard to make nothing out of something when the shooter's weak

Don't look at me, man, I don't erase life of any kind

Well, I just killed the beat, so whatever, never mind

Oh fuck, I forgot, man, that beat is abiotic

Emotional, yes, but emotions are like vomit

They come from life but they don’t even possess it

They both can have spite and they both can wreck shit

They come out of your mouth and can gross people out

EW WHY DO YOU LIKE ME? UGH!

STARING AT ME, BEADY EYES, LOOKIN LIKE A BUG

The only way I'm like a bug is in that I am naked

That's a metaphor for my heart, my dick is not display-ed

I've got enough fashion for myself, can't be your agent

Plus I'm so damn special that I'm now in your playlist

So my fashion wouldn't suit you, lookin like a tattoo

Covering you up but they never really match you

Sometimes a great shirt makes a great tank

Then the tank shoots the bars, take the bars to the bank

You already know that the bars make bank these days

Kids want their cheap drinks, they can have it their way

I'll be chillin out, boolin, posted at the crib

Doubloons and good people, bitch, you know what it is

I just listen to rap and think about matching the quality

Look at art and imagine more tattoos

Look at my creations and I see you and me

So I'd good-better-best continue to live, too!

To win you and grin through the literal sins, fool

It's simple, your icicles are melting like you're hot, but we been cool