Patiently

(Verse 1: TimGetTheMoney)
Yeah, yeah
Patiently waiting for everything that I’m tryna get back
Shit do I even need that?
Yeah, patiently moving through that mess that I’m tryna see and I don’t know where I am at
Yeah, patiently waiting for everything that I’m tryna get back
Shit do I even need that?
Yeah, looking through all of my tracks
Things that I did in the past
Shit do I even need that?
Basically I’m moving along as I’m coping
I’m sitting writing along in this buzz that keeps on rolling the clouds
They keep seein grey and never open
I hope my feelings of bodies begin to open
I’m tryna get back to business with peoplе that I just barely know
These pеople are my peoples but sometimes I got my problems wit ‘em
Got insecurities buried deep in the dusty storm
Roaming all around and along
That’s just our lobby living

(Verse 2: Jas The Producer)
Patiently waiting for all my dogs to come back
Yeah I been tryna get better but I’m still lost in the facts
Dealing with death but I’m just picking the scraps
And the days stayin cloudy so I blow in my sax
And I don’t wanna have to grief again
And I don’t wanna dream about you in my sleep again
I hope this a phase
And somehow I’m still lost in the maze
Thinking bout you and the good old days
And now I’m feeling grey
Patiently waiting to get back on track
Yeah the eye lids heavy with this straw on my back, yeah
Dealing with death but I’m still moving along
And it was just a couple swings of the baseball bat
And I don’t wanna be in pain again
And I don’t wanna stand in front of your grave again
What’s that sound?
Yeah I’m lost but I’ll never be found
Above water but still finna drown
And now I’m dying broke

(Outro: slumped707)
Piece-of-shit ass nigga, I can’t seem to find love
I’ve been on my own, I been tryna get home
Lost so many niggas, man this shit is getting old
Broke so many hearts, man this shit’s getting fucking cold
I need me a bad bitch, man this life is getting boring
Told my mom I’m doing just fine while I’m popping orange
We be mobbing out
We be riding all these foreigns
We be popping out
We be riding all these foreigns, aye
Piece-of-shit ass nigga, I can’t seem to find love
I’ve been on my own, I been tryna get home (aye)
Lost so many niggas, man this shit is getting old
Broke so many hearts, man this shit’s getting fucking cold
I need me a bad bitch, man this life is getting boring (boring)
Told my mom I’m doing just fine while I’m popping orange
We be mobbing out
We be riding all these foreigns (aye)
We be popping out
We be riding all these foreigns, aye