Thurz Waiting (feat. Tiffany Gouche & Brutha Gimel)
Everybody seems to be doing so good
When you're all waiting
Wheel spins outside my room
Cause I'm waiting
Oh, waiting, waiting
Oh, waiting for my turn
Everybody seems to be doing so good
When you're all waiting
Wheel spins outside my room
Cause I'm waiting
Oh, waiting, waiting
Oh, just the way you learn
Now if I'm waiting, I gotta keep livin' right
Experience can make you change overnight
Well let me get the fullest of this here life
And let it create the fabric for your appetite
While I cut and sew tailor fit designer shit
For your soul, designer music I represent
The struggle, the party and light in me
A little drugs never hurt gonna light that shit
Used to spend my time worrying, always in a hurrying
Tryin' not to bury them
New sneakers that I bought
What they're paying for this canvas with no question or thought, oh
Everybody seems to be doing so good
When you're all waiting
Wheel spins outside my room
Cause I'm waiting
Oh, waiting, waiting
Oh, waiting for my turn
Yeah, uh, now what I'm doing, waiting if I ain't moving
Pushin' on cruise I control and I'm choosing
The dub over losses, workers to the bosses
Hustle with no off switch, dreams as hostage
Ransom for their heart, what we do is art
From the start we've been pure, light up in the dark
But if you don't go for it
The next man will so you gotta flurry
I let it pass you by
Let us discuss the evaluation of self
Self definition
Swagged out nigga with testosterone heavy
You're a bad bitch pulse this child for oestro, woah
The epitome of fresh though
Either way I claim mine
Every day is a challenge to outdo the previous 24
Stay nifty, gifted that still imbues you to the sidelines
I'm no squatter, dollar sign
Greater than these pessimistic assholes hatin' on my sunshine
I gotta lotta goals in these foreign lands
These cards in my hand will be played with precision
I didn't do the dealing, test your vision
I'm on a one way collision with success
I'll be damned if I'm not fresh dressed like a million bucks
Look at my hundred dollar ass
F..ck what you heard homie, I'm blessed
Blessed indeed
Khakis or slacks
Gold chain verbes, I'm built to exceed
Superficial limitations, superficial imitations
Don't speak of innovation unless you wanted to leave behind
A part of yourself with a weak-ass mind
I put my insecurities on the assembly line of destruction
Destruction paying dues as tax deductions
Fear is interrupted, charge it to the game
Money over fame, but if I had predicted fame as wild
Back, passing up these weak-ass lanes
Just know I'm living that off a higher game of coping
I'm gone