Correction Lyrics Detours Of Father Time by Fred E.t.

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[Fred E.T.]

If you playin' now, suffer later, what you waitin' on?
Every breathing second precious
So I just say that I will
Crash for you
And burn for you
And crash for you
And burn for you (hey!)
If you playin' now, suffer later, what you waitin' on?
Every breathing second precious
So I just say that I will
Crash for you
And burn for you
And crash for you
And burn for you

[Fred E.T.]

I trip, suitcase full of shoelace
Put off today & I'm too late
Rather end the week strong, move ahead & push along on a new slate
Put in five, then I'm off, only two days
Lost in the sauce, seek that new wave
Orange and the apple, need to see myself separate to a new space and some more leeway
Fall flat on my face put my love, & the time, and my effort in the wrong places gettin real in the field
Dealin' with difficulties & obstacles
I got stops to pull, this how it go, I study GOATs, 'til droppin' jewels are my results
Really the reason that I been ghost
Tryna moonwalk a moat
Nauti with the cotton to the socks, sink or swim, you ought to float, my nigga Tyrel know
Can't personify faith but the lord been in us
Comeback season i am no beginner
Gotta be the man with the plan who understands the kid within him 'cause
It's a beautiful thing
In my own way, been hella pain
Rarely get phased, I maintain
Clear the views of real and fake
Now I'm lookin' at the game and new negus that came
& can't figure out how hard it became
Or rather easy
Don't mind the detours, these doors tell you keep straight
Now these
Delays we face 'cause of weak faith
TiTi say to be cautious
Snakes in the garden
When u embarkin'
On a new leaf, peep game keep ya metal gear solid
[Hook]

[Fred E.T.]

Don't need to waste any time no mo'
Dollar be the root of my problem though
When I'm not puttin' in work, then it better worth it
The guinea pig problem child
In the detours of father time
You on track once u after your purpose
You know rappers barely scratch my surface
Serve the work for feedback & earnings
We was gonna link up
Inadvertently freed up my calendar to get by derailed, take L's, only if it leave me frustrated
Opportunity to re-up
Never take these chances for granted
Never forcin' the Forbes list mission I'm plannin'
Vanish, I escape, hit the highway, doin' 90
“Here, Here!” to the good times
Ridin in the black Ac', backtrack
Pac Div, Cool Kids comin' out the aux chord
Screamin Ziplocs homie had the loud pack sellin' fast from the dormitory top floor
Everybody Polo'd up and down, hit em in the diaphragm, knock em off they high horse
As time forwards
Still steppin' out the box mint condition
Perception got stronger, my blessin and curse
And it goes without saying, the best & the worst
Quality of me, got the Flinstone feet, with the caveman drive, my will is the next best thing
Full esteem ahead now i got the ball rollin'
Ten toes down, 42 on the mound
Very Mariano with the grand closing, UH!
The boy got next, got past, got now, AYE!

*beat switch*
[Fred E.T.]

All my negus on the Southside tryna get rich
We just wanna have a good time while we exist
Where the ladies with ass shakin' yo 30-inch?
Brown skin, French tips in the house tonight
Ghetto to the high polluted in the house tonight
Everybody off the influence is live tonight
At the crib on the grind, but she grindin' tonight!

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