Текст песни Time Left - Mowgli

We got plenty of time left, time left
We've got plenty of left so why stress
We got plenty of time left, time left
We've got plenty of left
I'm blessed
We got plenty of time left, time left
We've got plenty of left so why stress
We got plenty of time left, time left
We got plenty of left
I'm blessed

All the stories I've told, yeah they live in the soul
Life is ecstasy, the boy's on a roll
I ain't concerned wit a troll, 'less we burning the bridge
Life was a lady then quickly she turned a bitch
Here take this L and stop throwing a fit
Cop me a eighth while I sip on a fifth
Start chatting up my driver once I hop in the Lyft
Put life in perspective for me, told me this shit was a gift
Never gave up when they told 'em to quit
I'm enjoying the journey, I swear life is a trip
I'll never lose my grip, cause my handle stays sturdy
Can't believe I'm gonna live to see 30
I can't seem to figure out where the time goes
I take it all in stride though and on a side note
I know you, you know, you ain't nothing but a side hoe
Show her the door, then find that bitch a ride home

We got plenty of time left, time left
We got plenty of left so why stress
We got plenty of time left, time left
We've got plenty of left
I'm blessed

May I have your attention please
The crowd gets hype when they mention me
I won't be stalled, keep my eye on the ball
Scaling the building and climbing it's walls
I'm lappin' niggas if this is the race for the Heisman
It's not rocket science, what I'm working wit is timeless
Trying to make up for all the time that I've missed
I won't stop til I'm rich like Rich Quick
Rest in peace
Hip-hop is too essential
They're so many names I could mention who've been influential
I had to get this off my mental
I freeze time when we rhyme on these instrumentals
808's and heartbreaks, there's a give and take
Take time to deliberate and know what's at stake
I ain't got nothing to hide
Nine times out of ten I make her swallow her pride
This feeling like a last ditch effort
This the calm before the storm, so bask in the weather
I ain't getting caught up in the past
Live every day like it's my last
Before it all fades to black
I'm similar to James Harden filling up the garden
In regards to the fact that you can't guard him
Time's running out on the shot clock
I take apart your life kinda like a chop shop
Shying away from the slightest notion of
Me being the chosen one, it's hard for me to soak it up
It's hard enough to keep showing love
Leaving myself vulnerable every time I that I open up

We got plenty of time left, time left
We've got plenty of left so why stress
We got plenty of time left, time left
We got plenty of left
I'm blessed