D.Rob - In Tune

I remember times that
(Times that)
Stress made my mind black
(Made my mind black)
I couldn't get my mind back
(Get my mind back)
I wish I could rewind back
(Could rewind back)
Past or present and beyond that
(And beyond that)
My moms get her mom back
(Get her moms back)
Listen I'm just tryna rap
Day in & day out till my name on that contract

I'm in tune with this truthfully
(I'm in tune)
Told god it's just you and me
(It's just us man)
That stress start to ruin me
But I talk money & now I speak it fluently
(I speak it fluently)
That pain it just grew on me
(It just grew on me)
Now I'm working like there's two of me
(Like there's two of me)
We came to together there was unity
Now my name is on my jewelry

It's time to turn up with the stuff that I do
I got a lot to learn with nothing to lose
I duck & I chose, I'm up with my crew
Discussing these moves
I got something to prove
It's whatever to me not fucking with you
This world is crazy we suffering too
Busting the tool, tougher then who
Screaming R.I.P to the dozen of 2
When clear vision dropped yeah I was nervous
My talent is surfing don't care if you heard it
I spilled my pain, damage & burdens
This spot I earned it on all of they service
But I know that it'll take time
Sit & concentrate, like i make wine
Words you heard from the great vine
From the start want a heart you can take mine
(Take mine)

I remember times that
(Times that)
Stress made my mind black
(Made my mind black)
I couldn't get my mind back
(Get my mind back)
I wish I could rewind back
(Could rewind back)
Past or present and beyond that
(And beyond that)
My moms get her mom back
(Get her moms back)
Listen I'm just tryna rap
Day in & day out till my name on that contract

I'm in tune with this rapping shit
(I'm in tune)
I don't rap about packing clips
(About packing clips)
And if I do then you asked for it
Practice what you preach, I preach and then I practice it
I seen them captions you be cappin' with
(You be cappin' with)
Like ya life is so immaculate
(So immaculate)
Printing paper like I'm faxin' shit
(Like I'm faxin' shit)
Uncle Sam how I'm taxing it

Based on this album you see I'm locked in
Don't judge me from places I been or stuff that I did
You see I can win fuck all that shit it is what it is

Written by:
David Robinson

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