Testo Sense Of Time

Landfill
Anti
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

There's no sense of time, very blurred line, ain’t it? (Yeah)
Wakin' up 7PM, puttin' strain on the world outside
Dried my eyes, how the fuck am I crying? Life is super vibrant Myriad of trial and error in different areas
Cooking ravioli but feinding into these pastas
I can’t help myself until garbage dripping on pavement
Save it, no-no, really, save it, waiting, patience
Hard to be so patient, hard to be so patient
Wait a minute? Init?

Hard to be so patient, I guess I just sit here waiting
Married to the money so my life feels so vacant
Hatin' online niggas [?] we will make it
I be up early for the bag that I'm chasin'
Man, I feel like my life gettin' wasted
Man, I feel so dead I ain't even stuck, gettin' faded
Never trust these lames, I can spot all the hatred
How many fuckin' hatin’ from their motherfuckin’ basement?