h7 - No Time
Waiting, trying to make it
Every time i think about what it meant to you
Working through the mornings
Searching for something new
Looking to my future
But out of the blue
I've been blocked from my own view
Reaching for the moonlight
Tryna get by
Time flies
Don't got no time, don't got no time
Zero to 60, in 2.9
I'm at 11 but stop on a dime
Life gives me lemons and I use my limes
I can't recline, no time to whine
I gotta seperate great from divine
I'll reap the benefits; grapes from a vine
That's when I win; I'm still in line
Pick up the pace, pick up the pace
Tighten my seat belt and tie my shoelace
Stress got me venting, sweat on my face
I'm not repenting, but I say my grace
I gotta accelerate, started the race
Turn on the engine and turn up the base
No time for pit stops, no time for brakes
I'll differentiate, chase the first place
On the edge of the twilight
I still try to realize
Hidden in my memories
Looking past this mystery
Whoa, where do I go?
Switch on my lights like I switch up the flow
Lightning, thunder, storm winds blow
Aim for the lead, this much I know
Got tunnel vision, eyes of a crow
Mind tells me stop, I keep saying no
I'm not insured, still worth it tho
To turn amateur into a pro
Heartbeat racing, fuel low
Engine blazing, will it blow?
Going so fast that I can't see the road
Should I pull over to rest and reload?
I know that, I'm close to losing
Tires flat, skidding and bruising
Catch my drift? Get back to cruising
Remember this is all my choosing
Looking to my future
But out of the blue
I've been blocked from my own view
Reaching for the moonlight
Tryna get by
Time flies
Signs flying by, time gaining traction
Ran a red light, no time for distractions
I gotta strive to be dedicated
Maintain my drive and stay motivated
Give up and quit? Nah man, that's silly
I been 'cross the country from LA to Philly
I gotta stay focused 'cause no hocus-pocus
Will benefit me, I can't go willy-nilly
Laziness simmers the longer it stays
I don't got time for that, no more rest days
I'm climbing, I'm grinding, gotta get to my prime
Clawing my way up, my nails caked with grime
Sweat stings my eyes, I'm running blind
I might lose my mind, but I still can't recline
'Cause it's a thin line between winnin' and dyin'
But I'm still fine with that I keep on tryin'
Written by:
Aman Choudhary, Enzo Cabaltica, Raghav Ganesh
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