[Chorus]
I am taking my time tryna perfect my rhymes
I don’t know what you are doing committing these harsh crimes
I am kicking my pedal tryna get in the New York Times
I am a 10 out of 10 you can call me a dime

[Verse 1]
I’m taking all my time, because I know I’m at my prime
If this is now or never, I better be inside the lines
And then every time I climb, it happens sometimes
I sometimes skyrocket or just fall into a hole of lies
Every time I get a job and then I’m putting on my suit
It turns out imma criminal the cops are in a high pursuit
Now every time I shoot, I hear a toot from a horn
Letting me know that they are coming at me with a sword that isn’t acute
And now I’m telling everyone that I gotta go
But they say no, and I’m like you don’t even know
Then they kick me out and now I’m waiting at the door
Waiting for them to catch me because I am slow
And I’m walking in the weather with no shirt through the snow
I’m feeling so hot, just kidding I’m feeling really cold
I’m about to get frostbite, then I die alone
Then I’m telling everyone that I need help through my phone
Then it dies, it turns out I’m boutta be taken alive
I wanna thrive but I can’t get through this hive
I’m so slow and I’m at my low
I wish I can but I can never ever really grow
Don’t know what I’m doing anymore
I just don't know what I'm even doing anymore
(Don't even know what I'm doing anymore man)
I wanna fly, see deep in your eyes, I’m in the ocean
The sea’s deep and I’m tryna get a ride
With no internet and in the ocean, the cable don’t even got to fry
I don’t know what I’m saying anymore, I might as well die
What? Might as well die
Dude, who’s even talking?
This is my time to shine
[Chorus]
I am taking my time tryna perfect my rhymes
I don’t know what you are doing committing these harsh crimes
I am kicking my pedal tryna get in the New York Times
I am a 10 out of 10 you can call me a dime