My Time
R.L. Buddha
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If ain't pick my phone up I did it for a reason If I ain't quit or slow up I did it for a reason If I ain't give my soul up I did it for a reason I did it for I did it for I did it for a reason If ain't pick my phone up I did it for a reason If I ain't quit or slow up I did it for a reason If I ain't give my soul up I did it for a reason I did it for I did it for I did it for a reason Cash Lord Bachelor Inner self ambassador The world tried to have it's way, statutory But I came to say that that mask is torn Ay I see right through the cloakin' I see lines through the broken Turned to rhymes of potent Certain eyes been opened Determined not to close them I been floatin' I been notin' for a long time I been knowin' the right women at the wrong time And that's real F*ck how it feel Puff flower fields 'Cuz I got the power still Twenty four hour will And I don't need no one Bet that's precisely why I'm skilled In my golden age Higher than Cypress Hill Buyin' golden chains to embolden change yea, yea, yea Writin' poets things, that's why the flow insane Yea 'Cuz the imortal within The temporal rhythm Sent forth the wisdom From the other end of the prism It only makes sense if you listen My charm glisten I'm calm with this Autonomous authorship I'm opposite those things I'm bothered with Like those that called it quits Whose time is it? It's yours, baby Whose time is it? It's yours Whose time is it? It's yours, baby Whose time is it? It's yours She said I'm the truth straight from heaven's door Manifest the coupe We don't settle amor Peddle to the floor Mind don't meddle no more Nah Whack rap's disastrous But I got the pack for Lazarus You ain't gotta ask what's happenin' I'm captionin' more than a fraction when My ultralight beam focused by me Ay Smoke with my team Spoke 'bout some dreams Ay I don't really hear when you aloud If I don't really care when you not around I'm sorry I got shit to do that I don't really care if you not about, I'm Fly to the scene High as a dream It's I they esteem 'Cuz I ain't what they've seen And I ain't what it seems to mean To be a human 'Cuz it seems to me illusion The meaning be illusive Greenest of trees from Maya We just need to get higher We just seek the supplier This the reason to right ya 'Cuz this the season of writers And that ignorance Just blocked the inner sense And none of us innocent Uh Some of us limitless and Some of us cemented and I ain't the latter, nah I ain't just matter Lord buddha, the rapper Two hundred years it won't even matter It's realistic but how real is this? It's realistic but how real is this? But how real is this? But how real is this? But how real is this? But how real is this?
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