Overtime (OG)

[Intro Instrumental] Maybe you never needed me Maybe I could have always seen those silent clocked dosed may-day dreams. Maybe these beats were further than farther from my father to speak to the rest of us to seek what we seem to see, except from me. Maybe baby, thinking is too hard to be a clean mean leaky chameleon freak. Maybe it was the peaked creep gleam queen cleaver from the tree I keep smoking to let myself finally fucking feel free from the way we seemed to be. Won't and would never miss me, Reaver. Gray days take the name bait to stay fake, Believer. Maybe I'm tired and deprived of sleep. Repeat the same shit on bad days, poor Wiener. Wish I was Bat-Man, babe. Throw me some more of that rage bait to take then stake it right up your name. Wanna trade for the same?