Own Pace - A2

These are thoughts from a troubled author

I’m building bridges over troubled water

I build a wall up to protect my aura and I’m feeling fucking awesome

Try and climb but imma make it taller

Its always been about the timing not about the order

Always about what’s right and not about the former

Remember what they taught us

The hare or the tortoise

Slow and steady emphasizes torture

And we ain’t know the forecast

Empty page for the pen, there’s no change

Champagne on the entranc for the wave that we stay on

I’m slpt on but can’t remember times I was laid on

I used to be the same but I changed oh

I can never hate them

The fruits of my labour getting preed on by my neighbour but I let 'em take 'em

No better taste than

Bare the devil that you know

There’s some jealous strangers

Better you risk it all alone than double with traitors, it’s scary

I’m tryna see the error in my ways

Getting bait, smoke strange

If I left this shit to chance I wouldn’t of picked a name like

If I left this shit to chance I probably never would have changed

I’m just rolling at my pace

And shawty say she love me tryna tell me that it’s fake

Twitter flames or soul mates, don’t come with more papes

BLUE made you love me, All Spill branded hate

Must be true if it was real you would have stayed, straight, own pace, yeah