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j lindsay, kiyanosh - really (we're outta time) lyrics

[verse 1]

chickity, chickity, check
rickety, rickety, rekt
gimme respect
yeah, i can love you just give me a sec
whatever they do we just live and accept
rhythm exempt
do we really need more rappers?
well, maybe if you speak more rappers
weak, poor rappers mixed with street war rappers
mixed with internet rappers & what’s the beat for rappers?
really, i’m just hungry tryna eat more rappers
but i don’t eat beef so you probably sweet chief
a brother with a sour ear & them sweet t++th
these days i just kinda let the beat speak
she f+ck me like she love me and i love a repeat
but she could never love me, i’m a mess & she a neat freak

[chorus]

(i’m obsessed with ya)
but who really got the time to fall in love? really…
(i’m obsessed with ya)
but who really got the time to fall in love? really…
(i’m obsessed with ya)
but who really got the time to fall apart? like really…
(i’m obsessed with ya)
like really…
(i’m obsessed with ya)
[verse 2]

bottom of the pen, you can never really mend
& those who pretend get hosed with the trend
or a throne till the end, either way it’s dumb
i don’t throw shade, i’m the sun… shine
sometimes i bust rhymes to unwind
cause there’s nothing like making your own fire
flow so dire i’m a f+ckin’ blow dryer
you ain’t got the mic if there ain’t no myer
hi, hi, hiya
i’m just tryna get a little higher
the apple fall and then it expire
liar f+ckin’ liar
cause jim carrey woke these days
gotta rock the boat just to float these days
not a lot of hope for a goat these days
cause goats get milked & k!lled
& we don’t really know what’s dope these days
but this ill for real
shaquille o’neal with a silver medal
i ain’t perfect &

[chorus]

i got, too much time on my hands
watch the birds fly
i don’t need a third eye
much prefer the bird’s eye
you can try to k!ll me but you’ll never see my words die
grass ain’t greener cause that’s always where the t+rds lie
baby i’m obsessed, but the clock never stop
& i got me a lot more guac to cop
i don’t wanna be around for the stock to drop
left to rot, mocked, forgot, off the rock
i’mma flock to the top with the syndicate of course
now do you see what this love gon’ cost?
the industry four course with some f+ckin’ intercourse
& maman still tryna enrol me into a course
oh, our way of life bit peculiar, is it?
i smell snitches, who of ya’ll is it?
syndicate of g’s like we coolio, is it?
i don’t want a girlfriend till julia visit

[chorus]

- j lindsay kiyanosh lyrics

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