Deca - Due Time lyrics

[intro] With Archangels looking down on me from watch towers I cooked up the processed blood of a poppy flower An ungodly hour in the garden Dreaming dreams penalized for a sin of pride against the king of kings Sequencing drums some strange evening In the presence of an elohim with one bat and one eagle's wing Spring was in the air, all the leaves were green I was sky high seeing things, banging on a beat machine [verse 1] Profane, Cocaine, dope in the veins Silver spoons, Propane flames, emotional games Fame, dames , air planes, Trains, automobiles Blood stained currency And countless bottles of pills Hit the alleyway Grilled everything in sight Hit the bar be polite Ask her what she sees When she dreams at night Me I see beams of light And symbols in the sky Petty pusher peddling product for M-O-N-E-(why?) That's the big question The rhythm sections like a second home For prodigal poets who use their heart as natural metronomes And set the tone with one tongue flick My succubus is love sick Trying to drag me down, I'm trying to uplift The days pa**, pa**ed away Slip into the past [?]pa**ae[?] Rappers want em back Things are different that Same cat slipping Cooking dope in hell's kitchen Stacked enough cash to Cross state lines and choose a different path (hmmm…) [Chorus] It's like that, no it's like this it's like This time around I'm a get it right Quit rapping, get a job Get a life Quit the job, keep rapping Shoot smack and hit the pipe It's like that, not it's like this it's like I'm trying to see the world in a different light Cool calm It's all copacetic If the stars start falling From heaven, I won't sweat it (uh huh) [verse 2] The lie Bragging [?]dosio[?] disguise See I wear a mask like you Don't be so surprised All I know is the whole wide world's polarized And we go from lows to highs On a roller coaster ride When I backslide I do it in style And live via cliche Like the future is now Life in excess d**h in moderation Non complacent Engaged in a conversation With laymans While time is wasting away You've got too much to prove Me too When they sleep on the kid I get salty as seafood But These industry dudes is see through I refuse to buy into the fantasy too Sipping cheap booze My head's spinning like a dervish dancer Dreaming dreams Some strange evening in the presence of an elohim Bad joke, flat broke High cla** Living in a shack with large rats And feed on small dogs for light snacks (fu*k) [Chorus] It's like that, no it's like this it's like This time around I'm a get it right Quit rapping, get a job Get a life Quit the job, keep rapping Shoot smack and hit the pipe It's like that, not it's like this it's like I'm trying to see the world in a different light Cool calm It's all copacetic If the stars start falling From heaven, I won't sweat it (uh huh)