Leaving: Jealous Voicemails

By Tim Terner

Released on January 1, 2014

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Leaving/Jealous Voicemails - Tim Terner


[Leaving]

I set down

I let down

I get down I said

My halo be losing shimmer located over my head

And I'm out of life lines see I'm running out of time

To devise plan so we all get out alive

And I'm worried bout the future, see my momma I might lose her, liver causing me to puke, my girl practice karma sutra

With another man, better off, with a thousand grand, swimming pool, with some sand , who whipping a brand new Benz

See I'm lacking concentration, from phases that I repent, never caught up in some dumb shit, faced some problems I've prevent

Let em walk, keep moving

Tryna block my improvement

Been elusive since a student, refuting my screws looseness

Introducing two bit rappers right to my boot tip

Knowledge Terminal, and I'm nervous to scratch the surface

Verses wordless, worst ain't' even worthless

Running a burnish circuit til my sermon break the thermos

Pace of the great race while Facing hazy sensations

My curse is something you'd worship, absurd, but I'm probably worth it

I could have the answer to life an still feel uncertain

So fuck you if you're trying to hate on me with no purpose

Me an my girl on that Clyde and Bonnie shit

And I would change the color of the sky if she wanted it

I'd fucking grab a ladder, start claiming with a paintbrush

A lot of people talking and hating because they ain't' us

Bitch I told you

I'm the rapping Johnny Depp

Up to the neck respect, hotter than the barrell of a tech, said I come correct with the style what I'm saying, done waiting being patient, spray a Hollywood facelift, kids playing on the pavement

And this might be the shit that helps me make it

But I'd rather be faceless than be famous

So I'mma keep on spazzing, like an addict when he blasting

Attacking like every track like battle of acrobatics

I'm smacking these little rappers who laughing claiming they trapping, relax and go back to basics, belong in your fathers basement

Put your mixtape up on a playlist blast it while no listens

Keep wishing that you'll be heard and keep focusing on ambition

Cause really that's all you got, nobody gives a fuck, until you turn it all around, work until the sun come up

Make a tape, then promote, fuck it, go and get a show

When it works out, breathe, you did it own your own

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[Jealous Voicemails]

"Do you believe in fate?"

She said, fishing on a boat in her dads lake

See the deepest people faint, while the weakest people change

You stand to remain, separated from the chain

What would happen if I kissed you?

Would you act the same as if I dissed you?

Smile back acting like, psyched I said I missed you?

Or slap me in face and leave from the shit we been through

I can't tell

This place might as well be hell

What are you doing tonight, cause it sure would feel right if you sent an invite, hoping it all ends well

This lady is illegal, known to get me high until I'm see through, nervous when I meet you

Swear I stop breathing, like her smile cut, bleed through my jacket

Openly attracted, I need to breathe you in like a fucking asthmatic

Can't stop thinking bout the time you let me grab it

Baby let me have it

Promise with me you'll never see a need to panic

Panoramic camera, capture all the details

I'll be the reason that your knees fail

I'll be the breeze to your free sail

You're just the puzzle i can piece well

I'd

Do some things for you

Shit, I'd do whatever you tell me to

You, got me like the Beatles to the warmth

Shit, Baby you're the needle to my arm

On an 8 month binge, contemplating quitting, get me tossed off a bridge

But I act like I know what it is, afraid to let her go

She a high that I would miss

This bitch

But now She got me fucked up

Suffering from dumb luck

Shit this girl really got my heart

Fuck

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