MIKE G - Timeless lyrics

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[Verse 1: Mike G]

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

And work hard then I pass like Steve Nash

Breath fast, I ain't tryna hyperventilate

Forgive me Lord, it feels like I commit a sin a day

Then I wait for them days to turn good again

And get the cake, then I'll tell them that's the winners pay

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

The angels sing and I feel like that's my roll call

And I came with Left Brain, that's my road dawg

Switch lanes? Nah homie I'm a road hog

Brain to the pave look my mind on the road dawg

Said I'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

Don't take more than I can get to prevent waste

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Scarface, say I got that Montana flow

They know I'm tryna get that Montana dough

Where we go, tell the truth I could never know

I'm just tryna push a Porsche, that's white like Montana snow

And honestly, just for wings I would give it up

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

And when it comes I just hope I'm on my way above

The say they're heartless, but I feel them when they show me love

[Verse 2: Tyler]

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

The therapist nicknamed me "Kid Cutty", I killed my fifth buddy

The fourth one, I like to kick around

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

The third one is mixed, white and black

Minor, flat, major, act like a pitch with a flanger

The second one's a stranger, but I knew her all my life

Since I was born, the other half said fuck it like I was porn

And the last one, he's in the mirror

With a gun, wish I could see him clearer

But I can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

[Verse 3: Mike G]

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I'm a live long through these songs

As long as they're on, I'm on when I'm gone

That's why I rhyme like a poet from a prior century

And I don't wanna be a human, treat me like an entity

I know they fiend for my 8's like I'm a fucking Laker

Tryna find a Secret Garden just like Tyler the Creator

Damn, I'm just waiting for my life to begin

And I can't breath when I'm high cause the airs too thin

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Shit, I'm living in Hell, the devil should be scared of me

Nigga ask about me, I am Mike G