Brandon Joyce - Future in Time lyrics

(Verse 1) It's time that I put a damn frame on my poster Time that I fill up a cavity in my molar Time that I stop drinking Monday through Sunday It's time that I drop all my wheels to the runway Time that I finally get a filing cabinet It's time that I stop taking work for granted It's time that I quit all the p**n completely It's time that I write like there ain't no competing Give what I don't need to the needy Watch less shows in the evening Treat myself with more respect Go to the doctor and get checked Practice my beliefs wholly Jump into love with both feet Thank the Lord for my blessed life Say goodnight to my pet vice (Chorus) I put this on my dime I know that I'll be fine I saw my future in a time It was sublime (Verse 2) Time, time that I switch up the flow It's time I bend my planted head into the sun and grow Recite the rhyme I write with so much might my neighbors call police Yeah I think a rapper might be in some need of help, chief It's time I put my dick in a beat same way that I want my beat to move Time I put my foot down on these bugs and make some beetle juice Time I get myself out of my way. Start probing my cortex Time I don't feel like a tourist. Pull myself out of the forest f** it, it's time I stop being humble and soft Get my money right buy a million dollar loft It's time I forget about making up the time I lost Time I get my mother f**ing convictions across Thank you very much for snoozing on me now I got an uzi on me And there isn't any need for me to pool an army Rather keep my circle small and know no one will cross me Time I rhyme in double time and show Roxy my top speed (Chorus) (Verse 3) Rotate my mattress. Locate my axis Know what my craft is. Deduct on taxes Vacuum my floor, sh**, vacuum my keyboard Read more. Pick a f**ing book up and see more Breath more through my nose, stay composed, go forward Time I learn about a politician that I vote for Open doors and my pores, do a chore, mop a floor Time I stop thinking of the weekend as a reward And get these dirty dishes outta my sink. Scrub my countertops Get the moldy food outta my fridge. Trash outta my digs Man I'm outta my wits. I need more hits. I need more vegetables Put the vitamins into my body get rid of the toxins in my soul