J.R.C. - My Time (feat. Willy Do)

Nobody wasting my time
Nobody wasting my time, I call that shit heresy
Running in place, stay way behind me but don't you come close to near to me
Being myself comes with the judgment but I'm living life with my cares free
Fuck being in places, the places come out to see me, call that shit therapy
Why they still running in place?
Coppin' the bottles by case, hmm
Come through to my crib to my place
You know that we getting wasted
But never a waste of my time
Filling the beat with the rhyme
Ain't gotta compete for the shine
Know all the stars are aligned for me
Gotta lotta bitches searching online for me
Got a lot on my mind, it's the same story
Same ol' chokehold that I take hold of
Digging up some dirt, get it off my shoulders
Mmm, you're not saying it right, yeah
"Give up more of your soul," what for?
The deep ones fade in light
Was that deep enough for you? Feel it deep inside
Break away from my attachments stray from where I reside
Flood my inner space with energy, I feel the rays
Feel that synergy when enemies start giving praise
Nobody wasting my time, I call that shit heresy
Running in place, stay way behind me but don't you come close to near to me
Being myself comes with the judgment but I'm living life with my cares free
Fuck being in places, the places come out to see me, call that shit therapy
Why they still running in place?
Coppin' the bottles by case, hmm
Come through to my crib to my place
You know that we getting wasted
But never a waste of my time
Filling the beat with the rhyme
Ain't gotta compete for the shine
Know that the stars are aligned
Pour it, fill it, feel me, really photorealistic
In the club, blow a dub, rubbing animalistic
Tendencies, shawty I'm eyeing, yeah she Genovese
Go to the back, pull out a stack, instantly she on her knees
Sorry I'm acting this way but know that the ladies be feeling my cadence
Haven't been here in a minute but always the Willy Do beat is amazing
I'm copping a feel on the beat
And I know that the fans are the copping the feeling, yeah, same
Nobody wasting my time, I call that shit heresy
Running in place, stay way behind me but don't you come close to near to me
Being myself comes with the judgment but I'm living life with my cares free
Fuck being in places, the places come out to see me, call that shit therapy
Why they still running in place?
Coppin' the bottles by case, hmm
Come through to my crib to my place
You know that we getting wasted
But never a waste of my time
Filling the beat with the rhyme
Ain't gotta compete for the shine
Know all the stars are aligned
"Wow
You had 47 drinks last night?"

Written by:
Jacob Colon

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