Why hurry, don't worry. Everything's gonna be okay....
Mixed and mastered by Nate Rogers

Lyrics:
With time, it seems I'm only growing bitter
Cause my life ain't much sweeter and my wallet ain't much thicker
But I've been gettin sicker, my flow puttin them in coffins now
Dispose a couple bodies, these the ones I ain't even jottin down
Then find me at the opera house to tell that lady not to shout
When it's all over, we the ones that they be talkin bout
So I've been tryna grow, tryna make sure all my thoughts profound
But I be so distracted by all these other thots around
Like am i gonna make it, and who I might be?
And when it all ends really what we gonna see?
I know it ain't coincidental that God been in my mental
He done put us on this earth so we all want our piece
Man
I think I want it the most
Cause there's a war ragin inside me, I'm preparin to blow
I hope my head don't explode, collect my thoughts and reload
And then proceed to bang em out until this paper bare holes
Girl if you see me shootin, know I'm shootin for the stars
If you see me shootin, know I'm shootin for their hearts
They ain't ever stood a chance, I've been shootin from the start
If I dropped a couple bombs, I would tear them boys apart
Oh lawd
Could you save me from myself?
I been stuck inside my ways out here grindin for the belt
And will I be out here to stay is what I think bout everyday
So I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry if I'm in a little haze but...

You and I, we could roll up all our troubles
You and I, we could make that cup a double
If you think you down, I could get you on a level
Out here gettin lifted to forget about our devils

Man, I got a couple on my shoulder
Like the pressure to get colder because pops be gettin older
And the same go for my mama too, so really what the commas do?
Could they save the time that we don't ever wanna lose?
Fuck
I think I'll go and I'll get it
Until them doubters believers, until they know that I'm with it
Lately the flows be so vicious, it makes the beat taste delicious
I've been more hungry than ever, but money isn't the mission
Cause that all come and go, and it be comin with stressin
I just go with the flow, I'm out here countin my blessins
Plus there'll be countless of checks without me breakin a sweat
I let the fam have the luxury I just want the respect
So tell my haters, tell my lovers I be gunnin for the top spot
I don't drop the ball, I be Curry with the shot clock
Too quick when I pop shots, and they thought they could cross us
Now they on they ass and they wonder where they lost us





Devils

Tommy Flow