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Wishing times would change It's on my mind like I gotta find my way I gotta find my Wishing times would change It's on my mind like So I'm just sitting by the window Watching wind blow Aint with the games But you see my wins low Tryna control my lane But this ain't Nintendo Damn my ends low Swear my dollars limbo Slowed they tempo up Now I don't-know-what As I watch a brother pass in that Benzo truck I'm in that hooptie Riding with my window stuck Still got groupies Cause they know that I'm next up They wan do me And do me over again It depends If she let me hit her and a friend See I tend To defend my dark side I sin Now and then But my heart It rhymes from within Hard times make a man Rough times make an end Life is a bitch And I'm just tryna make amends As I watch the people pass From my window sill I steady wonder why this thang so ill We can't win damn Wishing times would change It's on my mind like I gotta find my way I gotta find my Wishing times would change It's on my mind like I see an old head begging for change And from way up here I'm just begging the same Looking down from the clouds I'm just begging for rain Come down Wash it out I'm just tired of pain See this life's a game Still searching for the cheat code Repo'd my drive I'm on a detour Bumpy road at times I still endure Blow out a cloud I'm on that endo Spill it out I let it flow until I hit the holy ghost Wraith in my view I overflow for the dough See I'm aiming for the gold The fame will let your overdose So I get over those Silly hoes and rope ah dopes Got you trapped in the hope that someday Serving all this cane Will get you touching sun rays So ill stick to my QP's Quality Product Smoking whatchu thought off Spitting that raw dust While I'm here Wishing times would change It's on my mind like I gotta find my way I gotta find my Wishing times would change It's on my mind like