Timmy Little - Tim Little From New Jersey (Raw Demo Version)

Spent the day wishing for night
To prove them wrong when I'm right
To move I'm blessing the mic
With rhymes I write on my life
Too long I kept this inside
This life don't leave too much time
And since I can't relax regardless
I'll just write till I die

Because I'm bugging the fuck out if you ain't notice
Contemplating drugs as ammo, to kill me, when I'm alone
Calmly waiting for my sanity to show its face, but no
It got me waiting, so we wait like fate is sad to see me go
Procrastinating, blast while waiting, wow how fast my mind betrays me
That's debatable depending on the grade of yay that fades me
Yo, you got that rock, or a tray of baking soda flaking
If it's pure, man fuck the cash, and I'll just show you where my bank is
My tank on F, and my mind on E
Can't keep these little models hands off me
It's like I never have enough, go back to sleep to finish dreams
I call your bluff, I'm strong enough to swim the deep end of the sea
Cause I'm T to the i, double m, y
L i t t l e, that's me
Born and raised in Jersey, smoking flower out the garden state
In Camden they might merk me, but in Newark I get that soft in weight

Spent the day wishing for night
To prove them wrong when I'm right
To move I'm blessing the mic
With rhymes I write on my life
Too long I kept this inside
This life don't leave too much time
And since I can't relax regardless
I'll just write till I die
Spent the day wishing for night
To prove them wrong when I'm right
To move I'm blessing the mic
With rhymes I write on my life
Too long I kept this inside
This life don't leave too much time
And since I can't relax regardless
I'll just write till I die

I got a history of bad decisions I can't regret
Because it worked out like when escalators break and become steps
Shows you obstacles you face still lead you to what's next
You trip you fall get up brush off, don't cry over cut flesh
Your blood, your sweat, your tears, all get poured in to create this stress
I'm done I let my fears all get hoarded to create this mess
My lungs abscessed and seared my head distorted I have no breath
I must get this mess cleared; I can't afford to forsake what's left
Overthinking, no more drinking, no more sticking needles in me
No more cocaine, huffing propane, okay even that's below me
Hold up homey, my mind is menacing, voices tell me to get a gun
And pull the trigger to silence them, wifey hears it from the next room
Cause I don't have a silencer, why these voices so violent
Try to make noise they be wilding, plus tying a noose more my style
But I just can't leave my child, my kids been keeping me live
I got the love of my wife, so I deal with the demon inside

Spent the day wishing for night
To prove them wrong when I'm right
To move I'm blessing the mic
With rhymes I write on my life
Too long I kept this inside
This life don't leave too much time
And since I can't relax regardless
I'll just write till I die
Spent the day wishing for night
To prove them wrong when I'm right
To move I'm blessing the mic
With rhymes I write on my life
Too long I kept this inside
This life don't leave too much time
And since I can't relax regardless
I'll just write till I die
Spent the day wishing for night
To prove them wrong when I'm right
To move I'm blessing the mic
With rhymes I write on my life
Too long I kept this inside
This life don't leave too much time
And since I can't relax regardless
I'll just write till I die

I spent my days wishing for life
To guide my steps to the mic
Thank God, I'm blessed with the strife
To type up rhymes on my life

Sincerely
Tim Little From New Jersey

Written by:
Timmy Little

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