Dimming

[Verse]
I don't got time for the "I don't know"
I don't got mind for the "I won't show"
When you make your bed, that's when you fall
When you let your hair, that's when you grow
I don't talk that much lately, girl
I don't feel your love when you call me baby
I don't feel us that urgent (sheesh!)
I think you got the wrong person
Do you feel me? Like really the real me?
I ran with the filthy, my niggas who with me
Had to crooked out the books, yeah, you was searchin' for a look, yeah
Saw your vision, now you shook, steady forward on the push
All the mileage that it took, couldn't
Can't account for, all the years I
Felt crossed up like gang signs
I'm always late, but I'm on time
Always late, but I'm on time
Always late, but I'm on time