Silence

[Intro: Timbo]
Everyday I'm thinkin' and just workin' on my payroll
They actin' like your friends and they curvin' like a rainbow
Endeavor with my time and in confinement when the brain's low
Returnin' on my level and rewindin' 'til my pain's gone

[Chorus: Timbo]
They always say I know 'em, I don't know 'em but we ain't close
I only got a few selected friends inside the bankroll
I'm feelin' rejected, then get inspired to your name, ho
Four-wheel drive, I be easin' through my lane, ho
Movin' like a real Continental or a Range Rove'
Sippin' gin and tonic 'til my head and my brain gone
Movin' like I'm supersonic, speed 'til the lane's gone
Drawing these creations in my head with a crayon
Yeah, I got some relations with their fears, I'ma hang on
Imagination tend to run free on the bed that I lay on
Imagine if there never was a God just to pray on
Even when the world and the Earth is his playground

[Verse 1: Timbo]
Every time they talk shit I block 'em with my bass sound
I couldn't even tell you or express to you I hate sounds
I don't even care, either way, I'm doin' great bounds
Big boy shit what I am, I don't go on a playground
Prayin' for my brothers behind the fence in the state pound
I look at the media for likes like a race light
I don't want no pity, just explain to me what pays right
Blastin' through these people on they asses, have a great night
Swim in deep water through the city like a Great White
Baby, you look good, let's have and a late night
I be off schedule, too evasive and my pace nice
I'm stackin' like an AI

[Chorus: Timbo]
They always say I know 'em, I don't know 'em but we ain't close
I only got a few selected friends inside the bankroll
Still feelin' rejected, then get inspired to your name, ho
Four-wheel drive, I be easin' through my lane, ho
Movin' like a real Continental or a Range Rove'
Sippin' gin and tonic 'til my head and my brain gone
Movin' like I'm supersonic, speed 'til the lane's gone
Drawing these creations in my head with a crayon
Yeah, I got some relations with their fears, I'ma hang on
Imagination tend to run free on the bed that I lay on
Imagine if there never was a God just to pray on
Even when the world and the Earth is his playground

[Verse 2: Timbo]
I don't give a fuck and I'm a fly individual
I'm very inexplicable, countin' all my residuals
Ain't even in my pinnacle, my quota isn't typical
My aura very mythical, my heart isn't fixable
My brain is invincible but people unpredictable
These women irresistible but my brain isn't miniscule
It's kind of funny, I can't even read 'em from my visual
I am not the type to give my time to something minimal

[Outro: Timbo]
Tim talk!
I don't really even think that they hearin' you (hear you)
They ain't hearin' you