[Intro] [Verse 1] Yo, I’m grinding in the shadows, chasing paper, feeling hollow, Clock’s ticking, but the future’s looking hard to follow. Bills stacking like a Jenga tower, pressure’s climbing, Every move I make feels like I’m rewindin’. Then I hear a voice, like a glitch in the matrix, Echoes of my future self, tryna save me from the madness. Said, “You’re skipping tracks on the timeline, losing focus, Every shortcut you take, the universe just notices.” I’m stuck in the loop, like a scratched-up vinyl, Dreams deferred, but my spirit’s still final. The mirror’s cracking, but I see the reflection, A version of me that’s dodging all the misdirection. Future me said, “The grind’s a double-edged sword, You’re building walls, but the key’s in the words.” So I’m scribbling rhymes, trying to rewrite the script, But the past keeps pulling me like a gravitational grip. [Chorus] Time’s a circle, spinning in the groove, Past and future clash, trying to move. Echoes of tomorrow, whispers in my mind, Telling me to leave the old me behind. [Verse 2] Now I’m acting on the visions, no more indecision, Future me said, “Break the cycle, reimagine the mission.” I’m flipping the script, like a DJ scratching vinyl, Every bar I spit’s a step closer to the final. They said, “Time’s a gift, but it’s also a thief, You’re trading your dreams for a moment of relief.” So I’m stacking my hours, no more wasted days, Building my empire, one brick at a blaze. The glitches in the matrix, they’re starting to clear, I see the path ahead, no more living in fear. Future me’s a mirror, but the reflection’s alive, Telling me to thrive, not just survive. I’m rewriting the code, breaking the chains, Time’s a river, but I’m steering through the rain. The clock’s still ticking, but now I’m in control, Future me’s the captain, I’m the one at the pole. [Bridge] Time… is it a line, or a circle we trace? Are we bound by the past, or can we rewrite the space? I see the threads connecting, the moments we weave, Every choice we make, the future we conceive. The clock keeps ticking, but the hands don’t define, The power of the present, the moment we align. Future me, past me, we’re all the same soul, Just fragments of a story, trying to feel whole. [Chorus] Time’s a circle, spinning in the groove, Past and future clash, trying to move. Echoes of tomorrow, whispers in my mind, Telling me to leave the old me behind. Rewind, rewind, echoes in my mind… You’ve been sending messages to yourself all along. [Outro] The clock ticks slow, but the message is clear, Future me’s been here, whispering in my ear. Turns out I’ve been sending the signs all along, Time’s a circle, and I’m finishing the song. © 2025 - skvadMC
