Verse 1:
Who in charge of the next steps?
Whole department on bed rest
What that mean?
We been talking in excess
Tryna formulate a reason to stress less
We ain't found it
But we ain’t drown yet
Sleeping with a life vest on
I been feeling like it might catch on
I hear the air pressure go down, Down
Final moments on the way, What loud sound
Chorus:
Don't waste my time
Or play my shine
Or hit me back, To take my grind
The game ain't free. Well actually
They still play that line
Come back to mе
But don’t waste my time
Ain't that reliеf?
A few may not bind
Straight masterpiece
You know the game ain't free
Well actually
They still play that line
Big shame, I find
Don't waste my time
Verse 2:
Hard to find a pocket for the progress
What a brittle epiphany
And who could get rid of me?
Ain't no big hits when you play in the little league
A swing and a miss
A slight miscalculation on my part. Tryna turn the “he's cool” into die hards
A self made semi possible task. A bomb in the back
A plot on the graph
A lob akin to non submission
And listen to what they say to ya
And what they take from ya
Borrow notes and never return the page to ya
An open book is overlooked
And when the covers start approaching a union
They strike a match and set a flame to ya. Blaze every trail through ya
And while the embers burn bright for a moment
And show the way in a fashion beyond control of the holder of light flashes, Victory wine glasses
And assets
The feeling still passes. Chorus:
Don't waste my time. Or play my shine
Or hit me back, To take my grind
The game ain't free. Well actually
They still play that line. Come back to me
But don’t waste my time. Ain’t that relief?
A few may not bind. Straight masterpiece

You know the game ain't free, Well actually
They still play that line
Big shame
I find
Don’t waste my time
Verse 3:
When the facts presented to him in isolated occurrences
Waiting on charisma to activate when the courage hits
Spend the passing moments regressing when you unsure if this direction match the rest of your efforts
And don't waste my time, Ego massaging
Or turning me to an artist
I know
Too much of me to let living hang on applauses
I know
The cost potentially major to say the least
I know
I'm temporary
And tripping is obsolete
I know
Of my defeat
I know
Where I could be
I know
Parts of depression I swore to never repeat
I know
I tried to take the high road, It's never clean
I know
I’m taking measures to level the mezzanine
I know
The time we living and gambling with is borrowed
The root of paranoia is keeping the tree hollow
The soil around it deep
And it need it to breed sorrow
We'll see what scene follows, Tomorrow
Chorus:
Don't waste my time
Or play my shine
Or hit me back, To take my grind
The game ain't free. Well actually
They still play that line. Come back to me
But don't waste my time. Ain't that relief?
A few may not bind. Straight masterpiece

You know the game ain't free, Well actually
They still play that line
Big shame
I find
Don't waste my time