Ken Ken k**T-IT - SECOND CHANCE lyrics

[Verse 1] I wake up, die, I'm not alive, at least I think that all the time I hear you fly, I'm here tonight but I can't stay, forget the flight That's in my sight, not here to fight but I'll say yes, I'll wreck the mic I could and might but should I try or should I keep on tryna lie, huh? One, two, three, I count you listening to me I hear 'em scream, you tryna freak but keep it calm, stay on your feet It's been a week, oh, since I've seen all of the poison you deplete What would I be without the streets, reference the sh** on the TV? On second thought, you pester me, my mind will get the best of me My time is up, December trees, you love when I molest the beat You love when I progress the scene, I wish I did, I got my dream I'm like a fiend of all the green, I'll mash it up and call it steamed, ooh I feel suicide is what you need You get knocked down on both your knees, they hear you beg, they see you pleade You can't fool me, that what it be, you volatile, you burn down trees You want my style, you k** my dreams, you calling up, a friend in need [Hook] Uh, that crap, miss me like a bu*terfly Uh, laid back, hit me up in mid July What is that? I mix it up, a suit and tie The ba**line flat, I'll bring it back another time Cause all that crap'll miss me like a bu*terfly When I'm laid back, you'll hit me up in mid July Oh, what is that? I mix it up, the suit and tie That ba**line flat, you'll bring it back another time [Verse 2] You got the finger on the trigger and you tryna bring me back to life I fear the thoughts that you've been having, keep you thinking late at night They keep you- wait, anticipating for the hundred second time I'll try to forget all the lies, I'm not a Human, not that guy Not that guy, not that fly, keep it going everyday, not that type Cool, on sight, grab a bite, wonder what he thinking, hey, what he might Want to type up tonight, dunno what I'm thinking 'bout, time to cry Want to sigh, what a lie, can I end it here, it'd be so nice (so goddamn nice) This Sunday night will shape my life and keep me waiting for my time My feet delaying all them signs that I keep praying for polite-ly A hundred times, please, you know I hate what I'll see Cause damn, you know what I mean, I'll miss my deadlines all week I'll dread my hairline's so peak, I'll threat to stay without sleep You wish you knew me? Sorry, a thousand times I could just spit a hundred lines and say I do this all the time I hear you calling me a villain, oh, just wait and hold the line The seven people want to listen, want to hear if I can rhyme I'll try and best, it ain't a crime if I know that I'll never lie f**ing single b**hes, what I do in my dreams late at night I'm wishing for it to be life, you're not alone, let's make it, ight? [Hook] That crap, miss me like a bu*terfly Uh, laid back, hit me up in mid July What is that? I mix it up, a suit and tie The ba**line flat, I'll bring it back another time Cause all that crap'll miss me like a bu*terfly When I'm laid back, you'll hit me up in mid July Oh, what is that? I mix it up, the suit and tie That ba**line flat, you'll bring it back another time