Don Flare - TIME ON MY HANDS

All this time on my hands I still feel it ain't enough
I confess my love to you Hope you feel where I'm coming from
Pit of my soul, blood of my blood Flesh of my flesh, yes
Know I need that ever-blessed when I'm stressed, yes
Hand on my word, I confess I'm a mess, yes
But it's a method to my madness, let you in If you don't stab me in my back
Make me regret the things I said Wondering if I should keep it to the voices
In my head, damn There's so much fake inside this world, don't
You go join it I'm really in the storm and I cannot conform
The local news paint my niggas like a horror Like, damn, homie, you supposed to be in a
Foreign Country with plenty bitches, not a cell with
Plenty niggas Gotta hold your head though, cause truthfully
We been in prison, I'ma break the chains, this for all my niggas
And we gon' break the bank, gotta ball my nigga
I just wanna feel love, fuck the fame Her head good, so I'm clutching on that brain
That pussy water, she said, can you stand the rain
I said, I'm sliding for her like we hydroplaning Gotta learn to walk before you get the whip
Gotta move the half before you get the zip It's levels to this shit, I'm on the up and up
This hold me down till my fucking time is up
All this time on my hands, I still feel it ain't enough
I confess my love to you, hope you feel where I'm coming from
Pit of my soul, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, yes
Know I need that ever-blessed when I'm stressed, yes
All this time on my hands, I still feel it ain't enough
I confess my love to you, hope you feel where I'm coming from
Pit of my soul, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, yes
Know I need that ever-blessed when I'm stressed
Yes

Written by:
ELIJAH BERRY

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