Myndstate - Spare Thoughts lyrics

Yep, ok Does anyone even wanna hear this Hit my target market with a near miss Waiting for a real diss to react with a lyrical attack Is that the only way they'll absorb These lines rich in knowledge like Forbes Waiting for right place, right timing Chance is a fine thing, the rewards are blinding The pacts are binding so feel the fake from the real Share the stage with the great, steal the time from the world It ain't never too late, all have potential to be great Somewhere between effort, struggle Clowning around, how much work and play can you juggle Lies can you smuggle, clench your thirst like knuckles Belt your voice, don't buckle Writing bars in breaks, bars with breaks Split them up, feel the pain, the aches Up there with the greats, hanging like grapes Living out a suitcase to living out dreams While earning a living for myself Be careful about the team, I guess living ain't how it seems So with this pen i'm rewriting history Solve my lines like a mystery, this wordplay is trickery On a slope so slippery, there ain't no coming back Like a split condom full of crack or a third cardiac attack Aim to not lack the knack to earn the stacks Aim to pin up platinum plaques and relax Live comfy after tax but i need inroads like tampax So i hope for the best and I plan for better Stamp of approval, sign the letter What's a real twitter trend setter A mind of stone like rosetta, a go getter, jet setter Smell the greatness in my sweater And coin my phrase double header Spreader the cheddar, no feta Is that better, is that better Yeh i'm a storm to the weather Rap like it's a tick, don't cross my checklist, never Who caught me breathless, ever, feeling out of place Hang around like a necklace, yeh i need to displace Get some space More than superstition on this mission as we race Born into competition, now taste my competitive spirit Coz it seems my seams are peeling from the scenes i deal in I never did deal in the psychological reasoning That takes you to the floor from the ceiling Those who said they'd seen him for a temporary feeling Something to believe in So don't try flattery, flatter me with reasonable imitation Seasonal irrigation got me flooding you out my mynd As my eyes spin behind and stare out doubt over time