Time is not real
it's a construct of man
forget how you feel
blindly follow their plan
they came up with time
to feel in control
little did we know
it'd swallow us whole
the time is now
we are all slaves
as we all bow
will we ever be saved?
we follow all these
time based routines
as if we were sheep
I think it's time for change
but the clock says
"it's time for sleep"
is this really my fate?
time is now creeping
like a turtle
these burdens
have some weight
struggling just to
clear this hurdle
too much on my plate
it's like Geodude vs. a Squirtle
frustration turns to hate
my blood boils
then it starts to curdle
manic in a panic
and my speech
it starts to speed up
I'll sink like the titanic
wanna speak
but keep my mouth shut
they think I'm satanic?
oh how sweet
let's roll this uncut
time is not organic
take a seat
you will be dumbstruck
why does it seem
like nobody really gives a f**k
I just don't know
I just don't know
but it seems it's become the norm
it seems time was meant
to take the world by storm
but why would we create
something imaginary
if it's finite?
would someone please
explain it to me
I just do not get it
forever is something
that we can't comprehend
especially when we don't have
much time to spend
but time isn't real
but neither is money
but it's funny
cause these two things
keep the world running
does existence end?
or just infinitely loop?
keep climbing up these ladders
but keep falling down these
"shoot"s
I need a friend
when I feel like ****
but it doesn't matter
cause nobody has a clue
so what the 🔥 am I supposed to do?
cause I ain't got a thing to prove
but let me prove
that I'm not wasting your time
but that's kinda tough
with an ill mind
I'm not Hopsin
but still gonna get mine
don't worry everything will be fine
even though the quicksand
I'm sinking in is up to my a**
I realize now that
I am trapped in an hourglass
I'll sink a little deeper
with every second that pass
like truly how am I supposed to last?
try to learn from it
but don't get stuck in the past
when comprehension
exceeds dialect
then what you mention
cannot manifest
the true value of the thought
behind the words
but I'm sure
that when I speak this
some will find bliss
some will swerve
like it's ubsurd
I still get lost in the thought of words
like how it works
blissfully baffled so I just smirk
the sound made from vibrations
cleverly sequenced
and understood by nations
some used for love
some used for hating
thoughts racing
just tryna find my proper placement
studio down in my room
of my parents basement
from where I wanna be
it feels like I'm adjacent
and I don't know
how much time
I got left
which one of these
is gonna be
my last breath?
I don't know
how much time I got left
which one of these
is gonna be
my last
breath
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
Time is not real
it's a construct of man
forget how you feel
blindly follow their plan
they came up with time
to feel in control
little did we know
it'd swallow us whole
the time is now
we are all slaves
as we all bow
will we ever be saved?
we follow all these
time based routines
as if we were sheep
I think it's time for change
but the clock says
"it's time for sleep"
is this really my fate?
time is now creeping
like a turtle
these burdens
have some weight
struggling just to
clear this hurdle
too much on my plate
it's like Geodude vs. a Squirtle
frustration turns to hate
my blood boils
then it starts to curdle
manic in a panic
and my speech
it starts to speed up
I'll sink like the titanic
wanna speak
but keep my mouth shut
they think I'm satanic?
oh how sweet
let's roll this uncut
time is not organic
take a seat
you will be dumbstruck
why does it seem
like nobody really gives a f**k
I just don't know
I just don't know
but it seems it's become the norm
it seems time was meant
to take the world by storm
but why would we create
something imaginary
if it's finite?
would someone please
explain it to me
I just do not get it
forever is something
that we can't comprehend
especially when we don't have
much time to spend
but time isn't real
but neither is money
but it's funny
cause these two things
keep the world running
does existence end?
or just infinitely loop?
keep climbing up these ladders
but keep falling down these
"shoot"s
I need a friend
when I feel like ****
but it doesn't matter
cause nobody has a clue
so what the 🔥 am I supposed to do?
cause I ain't got a thing to prove
but let me prove
that I'm not wasting your time
but that's kinda tough
with an ill mind
I'm not Hopsin
but still gonna get mine
don't worry everything will be fine
even though the quicksand
I'm sinking in is up to my a**
I realize now that
I am trapped in an hourglass
I'll sink a little deeper
with every second that pass
like truly how am I supposed to last?
try to learn from it
but don't get stuck in the past
when comprehension
exceeds dialect
then what you mention
cannot manifest
the true value of the thought
behind the words
but I'm sure
that when I speak this
some will find bliss
some will swerve
like it's ubsurd
I still get lost in the thought of words
like how it works
blissfully baffled so I just smirk
the sound made from vibrations
cleverly sequenced
and understood by nations
some used for love
some used for hating
thoughts racing
just tryna find my proper placement
studio down in my room
of my parents basement
from where I wanna be
it feels like I'm adjacent
and I don't know
how much time
I got left
which one of these
is gonna be
my last breath?
I don't know
how much time I got left
which one of these
is gonna be
my last
breath
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