- Joe Budden My Time 歌詞
- Joe Budden
- [Intro:]
The alternate route is a long one
But ultimately, in the end, it gets you to the same exact destination
Yes sir, the journeys been long
And the wins have been short
But today, none of that matters
[Verse 1:]
The time is now, zoom, get close
The ego is gone, the room is for growth
But talent is there, the feeling is new
I mean, bottom is gone but the ceiling is too
I was higher than Whitney, headed toward the top again
Everything I write crack, like its with a Bobby pen
But its more than what you hear in a song
The wings are extended, the fear is gone
Hold up, the clips are loaded, safety is off
The business is in the black, I aint taking a loss
Hold up, standards are high, hoes never hold out
The touring is cool, the shows always sold out
The foes are mad, but **** it no one else cares
The kicks are custom, youll never see em elsewhere
The stakes are high, the risk is crucial
And they love to hate me, but I love it when they do too
[Hook:]
Ive been waiting here for so long
Gotta take whats mine
Since time will never wait
Who am I stand up fate?
Its my time, its my time, its my time
[ Verse 2:]
Look, Ive been hurt, I could pull up scars
Now the earth is my pull up bar
The journey was long, the roads were slim
Though I thank God today, I probably owe it to sin
Streets were hungry, I was torn apart
Even though them jails were cold, they warmed my heart
Was living the worst, but prayed for the best
Aint have a thing given to me, had to rape success
Had to be used for approval, had to use whatever was useful
Had to act old even when youthful
Money dont make me, that aint what I kill for
Cause I was richer than Id ever been, and was still poor
Some never thought he would propel
Some talked to me just to speak to themselves
Some broke their arm, all while reaching for wealth
So when you come into the game, make sure you leave with yourself
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
We all got demons, a few I rivaled
Looked em in the eye, and they became suicidal
They thought it couldnt happen, they were too prideful
His heads an ornament on the wall as proof I survived you
Bills were high, money was low
Strip club was popping, wasnt money to go
Going nowhere fast, but drugs was a one stop
Couldnt shine selling that tan, I had my son blocked
Now Im on acres, in a house, with a loft
The women are foreign, their blouses are off
Its a whole new me, I redefined my style
And since yesterdays gone, I guess the time is now
[Hook]
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