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Waitin' for my train of thought to leave Manhattan It's been in the tunnel, I'm tryna see the sun Been through a lot of hard times, tryna believe in actions But not one ever felt like time for me to run, yeah And I'm addicted to dopamine And hopes and dreams, and folks I've seen But feel like I speak a different language than everyone 'round me Word to Portuguese, yeah They be like, “Damn, bruh's ill” And I appreciate the kudos Shit ain't all sweet, got to appreciate thе glucose It's hard to stick together with your tеam, we keep the glue close We be feelin' down in my town, you can hear us play The Blue Note And when it's time to go, I'ma ride out I'll be on the road, fuck a hideout Even my darkest times, wouldn't Wite-Out Listen, this is mine now I wish I could cry, but I ain't got nothin' to cry 'bout, homie Shit, I just hope I die before my pride outgrow me I'll be at the door My life knock-knock-knock-knockin' I feel my youth slip away, I ain't mean it to end I'm in a land where everything gotta be a means to an end Which you get to pick first? The means or the end? SongtexteThat sequence depends, and that's a shitty diaper to be sittin' in Givin' your life for the fight to be brighter Than what your nights were when you believed that they could end And yet, and still, they can't see how we different but basically same Like stoppin' at Essex vs. Delancey, shit The days and times of an impatient mind As I look for now what I will later find No bread, just a body, blood ain't made of wine Scary images above my shoulders in this frame of mind But I'll be okay with time And when it's time to go, I'ma ride out I'll be on the road, fuck a hideout Even my darkest times, wouldn't Wite-Out Listen, this is mine now I wish I could cry, but I ain't got nothin' to cry 'bout, homie Shit, I just hope I die before my pride outgrow me I'll be at the door My life knock-knock-knock-knockin' Aus Songtexte Mania