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future in time - brandon joyce lyrics

(verse 1)
it’s time that i put a d-mn frame on my poster
time that i fill up a cavity in my molar
time that i stop drinking monday through sunday
it’s time that i drop all my wheels to the runway
time that i finally get a filing cabinet
it’s time that i stop taking work for granted
it’s time that i quit all the p-rn completely
it’s time that i write like there ain’t no competing
give what i don’t need to the needy
watch less shows in the evening
treat myself with more respect
go to the doctor and get checked
practice my beliefs wholly
jump into love with both feet
thank the lord for my blessed life
say goodnight to my pet vice

(chorus)
i put this on my dime
i know that i’ll be fine
i saw my future in a time
it was sublime

(verse 2)
time, time that i switch up the flow
it’s time i bend my planted head into the sun and grow
recite the rhyme i write with so much might my neighbors call police
yeah i think a rapper might be in some need of help, chief
it’s time i put my d-ck in a beat same way that i want my beat to move
time i put my foot down on these bugs and make some beetle juice
time i get myself out of my way. start probing my cortex
time i don’t feel like a tourist. pull myself out of the forest
f-ck it, it’s time i stop being humble and soft
get my money right buy a million dollar loft
it’s time i forget about making up the time i lost
time i get my mother f-cking convictions across
thank you very much for snoozing on me now i got an uzi on me
and there isn’t any need for me to pool an army
rather keep my circle small and know no one will cross me
time i rhyme in double time and show roxy my top speed

(chorus)

(verse 3)
rotate my mattress. locate my axis
know what my craft is. deduct on taxes
vacuum my floor, sh-t, vacuum my keyboard
read more. pick a f-cking book up and see more
breath more through my nose, stay composed, go forward
time i learn about a politician that i vote for
open doors and my pores, do a ch0r-, mop a floor
time i stop thinking of the weekend as a reward
and get these dirty dishes outta my sink. scrub my countertops
get the moldy food outta my fridge. trash outta my digs
man i’m outta my wits. i need more hits. i need more vegetables
put the vitamins into my body get rid of the toxins in my soul

- brandon joyce lyrics

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