Timeless

Lyrics
[Intro] What? What? What? What? What? What? [Chorus] Yeah, now I gotta be timeless (Yeah) I wanna be timeless (For real) Gotta put some more time in (Yeah) Gotta put more time in (For real) It ain't 'bout designer (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Know it's 'bout this rhymin' (Yeah, yeah) It ain't 'bout designer (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Know it's 'bout this timin' (Ooh, yeah) [Post-Chorus] Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Okay, throw it up just like confetti (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Okay, throw it up just like confetti (Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, throw it up just like confetti (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woah, throw it up just like confetti (Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah) [Verse] Say you want a love song, baby, here it go I love gettin' money, I used to love sellin' dope Love hittin' the studio, love rockin' shows Love when I put it in you, you stop me, you be like, "Woah" Yeah, okay, I'm grindin' Yeah, I'm better off in designer Yeah, I'm better off with these diamonds Yeah, I'm better off really shinin' Yeah, princess cut VVS, guts (Ooh) Yeah, if you cut me off, who you gon' trust? (Ooh) Yeah, if you cut me off, who you gon' love? (Ooh) Yeah, you can't cut me off, I'm a real one (Ooh) Ayy, no, you can't cut me off and that shit period (Ooh) Yeah, and I'm addicted to prescriptions, bae, and I'm fightin' depression I'm stuck at the bottom, it feel like I'm under pressure I'm battlin' my thoughts, I just can't see newfound perfection I'm havin' vivid dreams, it got to be a connection I'm talkin' through this music, bae, this my only expression And you can't turn on me, you can't have me second guessin' Got way too much anxiety to give out second chances (Yeah) I'm locked in on my vision, I can't see nothin' but progression Gotta put in a little more time in, [?] [Chorus] Yeah, now I gotta be timeless (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna be timeless (Ooh) Gotta put some more time in (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Gotta put more time in (Ooh) It ain't 'bout designer (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Know it's 'bout this rhymin' (Ooh) It ain't 'bout designer (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Know it's 'bout this timin' (Ooh) [Post-Chorus] Yeah (Ooh) Okay, throw it up just like confetti (Ooh, ooh) Okay, throw it up just like confetti (Ooh, ooh) Yeah, throw it up just like confetti (Ooh, ooh) Woah, throw it up just like confetti (Ooh, ooh)
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- Fundz (USA)