Dimming Lyrics

I don't got time for the

I don't know

I don't got mind for the

I won't show

When you make your bed, that's when you fall

When you let your hair, that's when you grow

I don't talk that much lately, girl

I don't feel your love when you call me baby

I don't feel us that urgent (sheesh!)

I think you got the wrong person

Do you feel me? like really the real me?

I ran with the filthy

My niggas, you with me

Had to crooked out the books, yeah

You was searchin' for a look, yeah

Saw your vision, now you shook

Steady forward on the push

All the mileage that it took

Couldn't

Can I count for

All the years I

Felt crossed up like gang signs

I'm always late, but I'm on time

Always late, but I'm on time

Always late, but I'm on time