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[Time]
There’s nothing in this lake but a bunch of lonely bones
I’ve been looking for myself, I’ve been lost inside my home
Been atheist for a while now I’m losing faith in me
I’m on the highway to hell but I can’t afford the fee
I hear the crickets in the thickets and the frogs on the shore
I carry around this axe to turn logs to doors
I’ve been doubting myself more and loving myself less
My clout is on all fours struggling for its last breath

But I don't really give a fuck what you think I don't care
I write these songs for sad people so they know I’m there
You’re not alone with these poems it just feels that way sometimes
These letters are just stitches some medicine that rhymes
I told death all my problems he laughed until he wept
Not out of sadness just divine comedy i guess
I wanna fill this lake with the bones of all our pets, cause they were our friends
So we can reanimate their corpses and hold them once again

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from Nighthawks At McCoys, released April 1, 2021

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Time was deemed the future of independent hip-hop by VICE and URB Mag. He has been called the Radiohead of rap and the love child of Neil Young and Andre 3000. He was named one of URB's next 100 artists in alongside Drake, Kid Cudi, and U-N-I. He has done songs with Kool Keith, Sole, and Onry Ozzborn and engineering work for Common. ... more

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