borrowed time - guardin

I’ve been riding through the city in the dark while it’s lifeless

Inside this car is where I found my fucking light switch

Stopped doing stupid shit like knife hits, this life isn’t priceless

Y’all back home the reason I’ma write this

You a lame, lame, it’s a shame, shame

You took your picture outta the frame, frame

I thought you changed, changed, you playin' games, games

I hardly know you, we ain’t the same, same

You tryna blame, blame, oh, what a claim, claim

Who is the person that you became-came?

Couldn’t relate-late, my path is paved, paved

So I just packed up and got away-way

Yeah, I’m smiling with the sun in my face

I said wait, okay

Now the rain’s pickin' up, tryna put me in my place

I said wait, wait, okay-kay

Borrowed time 'til I’m in a grave, grave

Gonna dig, dig and they gon' take, take

The same one’s attending my wake, wake

When the bass hit, bass hit, I went back to basics

Scrapped another album, I ain’t working on no lame shit

Genre clashing all the time, but I ain’t ever lane switch

Some of you just play the role while I’ve been on the same shit

Seven in the morning, I’m just tryna start my day shit

Whippin' to the coffee shop, the soundtrack on my playlist

Horror film apparel, Christmas carols on my feet though

Peril sent the beat and I just hit it like a cheat code

Flipped through all the pages, read a story 'bout a hero

Thought I could relate 'cause at one point, he was a zero

Time will tell my story if my time is one to borrow

Live it how you want 'cause you might never wake tomorrow

Never wake tomorrow all, that’s left is your achievements

Fillin' up my cup in Hell, along with all your grievance

Is it kinda funny how my death changed your perception?

Was it all coincidence or was it my intention?

Deafening to most, but some will understand the story

I don’t want it all, but I want outta purgatory

So I wrote a song or two in hopes that I could reach it

Found another key inside my soul, I’m playing defense

With it 'cause I gotta, I don’t wanna lose control

'Cause the weight of all the words excused sit still inside my soul

I’m mistreated by my friends sometimes so I stand all alone

I don’t fuck with anybody it’s a waste of what I know

I don’t really think I know you you’re an undeveloped mold

It’s the people you hold close to you that treat you fucking cold

They stay plotting on the kid and take a bid on when I’ll fold

Then they wonder why I’m distant and so hard to get ahold

Of the people in your life how many gotch you 'til the grave

Probably one or two, be honest with yourself and not ashamed

Yeah, the good ones hard to come across, but when you do, it’s great

Life is beautiful in solitude, I really can’t complain