[Football crowd chatter]
[Verse 1: Joseph Cook]
I don't need you on my mind now
I need a time out
This is not your time now
Get it right, now
Your boy is in the light, now
No 'you and I', now
I'm loading up my sights, now
My name on signs, now
College give me rides, now
I'm on the rise, now
I never, ever piped down
Just dimmed the lights down
And now I'm back and tight, now
Im shining bright, now
Hitting brand new heights, now
I'm flying high, now
You such a burden
You always had me nervous
Without you, I'm perfect
No, I don't need rehearsal
Always come to murder
No, I don't need a burner
Go home and write some verses
And prep the hearses
I'm doing fine, now
Got some wider eyes, now
Don't care what I buy, now
I rock em with some pride, now
Bitch, I cannot die out
I ain't even start yet
I ain't make a mark yet
This not even art yet
[Instrumental slows]
(Start of Injury:
In late nights we would always talk)
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