Time Runs

So I tried to right this song on paper Since I haven't done that in a while But that shit was taking to long so I So I just wrote this hoe on a piece of grass Um, but it felt like this Yuh, first off it's your loss That you used to curve me When I was a dirt ball Now It's you think it's curve balled Oh, a swing and a miss True I have been slinging her dick Bitch better not give me no lip No talking I don't want to kiss, huh Use condoms I don't want no kids, yuh Drugs often I've been on the trip, huh You're likely to walk in And then see me popping some mushrooms Or taking a hit, yuh And it happens often You happen to walk in with your chIck I'm talking my shit, huh You think she'd would never leave you But you never know Until she lets you go Now she disappearing, where'd she go I don't know When time runs out tell me where does it go They act like they know so much but they don't No they don't When we fall out tell me where will we go I act like I know so much but I don't No I don't When time runs out where does it go When they put me in the ground what will I grow And then what happens to my soul I guess once I'm dead then I'll know Living is at least worth the struggle right It's hard trying to know what to do with life Never really thought about suicide But I want to know tell me what is on the other side Please don't get it mistaken I ain't wishing to die I'm just patiently waiting Living to die but feeling amazing Don't know how much time so f*ck it I'll take it We can feel the pressure we know That at some point this whole things About to explode So might as well be enjoy it before we go Because when's it all going to and I do not know When time runs out tell me where does it go They act like they know so much but they don't No they don't When we fall out tell me where will we go I act like I know so much but I don't No I don't I had to get rid of my phone To stop hitting up hoes They painting a picture Why you think they call it a pose Don't care boutta post Social medias just a joke Now nobody's comfortable with being broke When it's most that relate to the struggle And you don't see us out here With the Louis V duffel Remember when my mom worked a double And it was still barely enough to Get by now she be higher than I S-T-O-R-M-Y I got to supply Sick rhymes come by if you want to get high Quit lying you ain't eating your boy on a diet Why try I don't care how much bread that you got Bye-bye I don't care if you ready or not I'm high all the time that's how I get by My my see the time, look at the fly When time runs out tell me where does it go They act like they know so much but they don't No they don't When we fall out tell me where will we go I act like I know so much but I don't No I don't