[Verse 1]
Good afternoon to alter ego
Nobody calling for features
By the time this song is out you won’t believe it
Thought it was Tuesday but it’s a weekend
Sleeping on a bed without a fitted
Only fitting I’ll spiral out of control
What the fuck?
Everything’s synthesized
When you realize nothing matters, check a mirror, get flattered
Bite your tongue, pinch fat
You’re still here and that’s that
Quit your job, call your grandma, get your life back, life hack
Spiral back into control, nature’s candy
What’s a couple hundred dollars to something you can’t buy?
What’s a hundred million followers when the intеrnet dies?
Hundred yеars, every single person that you know is dead
So you might as well love them when they hold their heads high
Vices on your bedside, your choice
Hope you trust the weight of your casket to your boys
Put me in the dirt, put me in the dirt to your voice
One massive ploy to make you doubt self control
Self discipline bench press, I’m swole
The musk settles, keep the nettles
Stung by the words but stingy when I listen
Then it all crashes down but that’s just God’s rhythm
[Chorus]
I’ve been spinning, I’ve been spinning my mind
See the pattern, turns out the clock’s wise
Tried to counter but I need more time
I’ve been spinning, I’ve been spinning my mind
See the pattern, turns out the clock’s wise
Tried to counter but I need more time
I’ve been spinning
I’ve been spinning
I’ve been spinning
I’ve been spinning

[Verse 2]
Time’s the only thing you can’t buy
I keep the house dark as night
I beat the house, dark is nigh when I write
I bleed a color that’s omitted from the wheel if I slice
I don’t stop, you’ve got a problem on your hands not mine
My close friends are on edge, I’m in the thick of it
Sometimes I act like my skin’s thick as It
I mean the Stephen King novel
That’s eleven hundred pages and a couple had swallows
This is new to me like 2003 Volvo
What happens to false idols when they meet their own idols?
Hell if I know
When I spiral back up in front of your dropped jaw that’ll take the biscuit like I’m pressing vinyl
Tried to ask for guidance but the call dropped
From that point on I followed gut not a robot
Angel on my shoulder with a soapbox
Devil on my other wearing knee socks
So he can stay static when I brush him for the detox
[Chrous]
I’ve been spinning, I’ve been spinning my mind
See the pattern, turns out the clock’s wise
Tried to counter but I need more time
I’ve been spinning, I’ve been spinning my mind
See the pattern, turns out the clock’s wise
Tried to counter but I need more time

[Outro]
Woah oh, I need a little more time
Woah oh, Woah oh, I need a little more time
Woah oh, I need a little more time to counter
I know the sponge is fried
Woah oh, I need a little more time
Woah oh, I need a little more time to counter
I need a little more time