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A gambit (from ancient Italian gambetto, meaning "to trip") is a chess opening in which a player sacrifices material with the aim of achieving a subsequent positional advantage. The word "gambit" is also sometimes used to describe similar tactics used by politicians or business people in a struggle with rivals in their respective fields, for example "The early election was a risky gambit by Theresa May". more »

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No time to waste time, no time to think
I pray to the bassline let me stay inspired but it's gone in a blink
No promises, no common sense
It's all a myth and I fall for it
And I sink

Not a moment to putz around
No ifs, ands, or buts about it
I'm busting out but just trust the doubt
I open up then I'm shutting down
Am I dope enough? Uncloaking my broken up soul
And hoping they show me love
I'm rolling up tough with my shoulders puffed
Like I won't give up, but no duh
I do not give a f*ck where I'm ending up
I been in the dumps given lumps from the beginning
When I give in I'm giving up
Set an expectation but never living up to it
Stuck in a ditch, struggle to get myself up it but son it's a bitch
Failing to nail it I'm hitting my thumb
Can't set sail, no wind in them
And I'm winded from it, witness him deflate
Sick of running cyclical in place
Give him something difficult to face
And bitch I run with kicks that aren't laced
Trip and tumble skidding on my face
Getting up and tripling the haste
Sprint to the end of the tunnel but somehow it's funneling further away

Ain't no time to waste time, no time to think
I pray to the bassline let me stay inspired but it's gone in a blink
No promises, no common sense
It's all a myth and I fall for it
And I sink

I push the pen again from left to right
But just get blue when I read 'tween the lines
I finely etch, the final stretch in sight
Then the pile on my desk climbs a mile high
Time's ticking by and I'm stuck like a sitting duck
But I wish I could fly
Run like a chicken with a lost head
Then cross the deadline and die
Make no mistake of it, I'm breaking in these vacant kicks
Till my ankles are aching and I'm quaking in them
Making my way to the end, then suddenly the lane extends
And I'm hanging in, and cranking the pace up
But I run into quicksand
Aim to remain afloat, I get thrown a rope
Then I choke when I'm hanged with it, shit

No time to waste time, no time to think
I pray to the bassline let me stay inspired but it's gone in a blink
No promises, no common sense
It's all a myth and I fall for it
And I sink

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