MetanoIIa

[Verse 1]: Bad habits get the best of me Rap is like a meal and im just working up a recipe Rest in peace, to all the haters standing next to me Never used to wanna listen now I bet you press repeat Tossing and turning, in a bed that I can't sleep in Everyday's another struggle, gotta face my demons Everyday's another struggle, open eyes could see it Open up ya mind, don't be blind to the secrets and often I feel like I'm trapped in a coffin Talking with my conscience Claustrophobic, I become surrounded by the nonsense Taking safety precautions, when it comes to targeting audiences I'm an artist that is Painting pictures, & im crazy in the mind Watch on, but I always lose the sense of the time Timeless actions, busy making moves Its old news, the new things that you think I do Chorus: MetanoIIa (x10) [Verse 2]: Staring at a watch with no numbers to show you how important the time is They say time is money, but my time is priceless...everything has its process Creating crafts in-order, to earn a profit Chillin' with my pack, plotting on a way to make an attack Targetin' ya eardrums, hoping that You hear son Never let the negative consume me I know you feel the heat, cause my verses humid I know you feel the beat cause Clairmont Produced it Using words to paint pictures through the music Drugged out 'motions, not upon cloud 9, but i'm getting loopy I used to wanna Skateboard like that nigga Lupe Now I just kick & push til these dudes press play In this life its hard to maintain, looks are deceiving Believe me, even the word believe is often hard to believe in