Own Pace

These are thoughts from a troubled author
I’m building bridges over troubled water
I build a wall up to protect my aura and I’m feeling fucking awesome
Try and climb but imma make it taller
Its always been about the timing not about the order
Always about what’s right and not about the former
Remember what they taught us
The hare or the tortoise
Slow and steady emphasizes torture
And we ain’t know the forecast
Empty page for the pen, there’s no change
Champagne on the entranc for the wave that we stay on
I’m slpt on but can’t remember times I was laid on
I used to be the same but I changed oh
I can never hate them
The fruits of my labour getting preed on by my neighbour but I let 'em take 'em
No better taste than
Bare the devil that you know
There’s some jealous strangers
Better you risk it all alone than double with traitors, it’s scary
I’m tryna see the error in my ways
Getting bait, smoke strange
If I left this shit to chance I wouldn’t of picked a name like
If I left this shit to chance I probably never would have changed
I’m just rolling at my pace
And shawty say she love me tryna tell me that it’s fake
Twitter flames or soul mates, don’t come with more papes
BLUE made you love me, All Spill branded hate
Must be true if it was real you would have stayed, straight, own pace, yeah