Timezone (Remix)

[Intro] [clean electric guitar arpeggio, ambient synth pads, slow steady heartbeat kick] (Yeah) [Verse 1] [introspective, subdued rap vocals, spoken-word cadence] We measure our worth by the scars that we hide Like bleeding in private makes weakness a crime I stare at the ceiling and swallow the pride That kept me afloat through the worst of the time It's funny how silence gets louder at night When ghosts of the choices you made come to light You build up a fortress of armor and grit Then realize you're the one trapped inside it We bleed for approval, we run from the truth Trading our peace for the rush of our youth And nobody tells you the higher you climb The colder the air and the thinner the line So I sit with the shadows, I look 'em right dead In the eyes, 'cause the war's always fought in the head [Chorus] [melodic singing, rhythmic hi-hats enter] I can't answer what has been going on lately I've been stuck in another time zone I go wherever that the good Lord takes me But mostly I be getting my mind blown Always (yeah-yeah) I be hustling on my grind another bag I got to find now Always They be hating all the time not a goddamn thing of mine [Verse 2] [fast-paced rap vocals, heavy bassline kicks in] I'm up to my limit, try to blemish my image Bet they won't do it again Stay on my pimping, never could I slip Cause niggas be making attempts I'm right here luckily cause many me enemies want to see me in the dirt Come try to fuck with me see how this semi spin right 'round your head I put it to work I'm guarding my perimeter, feeling sinister, nobody getting a pass I'm cashing the dividend, living it different, I'm burning a hole in the glass You looking for weakness, you finding a fortress, I'm fully equipped for the war I'm locking the entrances, breaking the sentences, leaving you flat on the floor They wanted a casualty, seeing the gravity shifting right back to the real I'm stepping on syllables, proving it visible, turning my pressure to steel So check all my metrics, I'm keeping it hectic, you never could handle the pace I'm running the marathon straight to the finish line right in the middle of space [Chorus] [melodic singing] I can't answer what has been going on lately I've been stuck in another time zone I go wherever that the good Lord takes me But mostly I be getting my mind blown [Verse 3] [rapid-fire rhythmic rap delivery, matching the exact bounce and flow] Now look at you acting all tough on the net Till you run out of breath and you sweating your debt You pocket-watch heavy, you stressed and upset While I'm stacking checks that you ain't seen yet You talk like a boss but you broke in the whip A internet gangster just losing your grip You plotting in silence, you throwing your rocks Then folding right up when I pull up on blocks I step in the venue, you looking real pale You couldn't survive in a county-line jail You living a meme, man, you missing the plot Go take all your fractions and keep what you got I’m running the circuit, I'm setting the pace While you running track with a mask on your face [Chorus] [soaring vocal delivery, full instrumentation] I can't answer what has been going on lately I've been stuck in another time zone I go wherever that the good Lord takes me But mostly I be getting my mind blown [Verse 4] [sharp, aggressive female delivery, cutting through the heavy bass, confident and unbothered flow] You thought you could step in my lane and dictate A script that was written before you arrived? I’m running the numbers, I’m locking the gate And sealing the tomb where your legacy died You wave at the crowd like you own the whole stage While I am the ink that is binding the page Don't test my momentum, don't look for a crack I break down your structure and hand it right back You sitting there biting your nails on the sidelines While I'm out here rewriting all of the guidelines A chess game you playing, but checkmate was spoken The moment you walked in with confidence broken So take all your chatter, your smoke and your mirrors The picture is clearing, the vision is here, it's A whole different level, you can't even touch this Too loud with the talk and too weak with the crutch, bitch [Chorus] [soaring vocal delivery, full instrumentation] I can't answer what has been going on lately I've been stuck in another time zone I go wherever that the good Lord takes me But mostly I be getting my mind blown [Outro] [fading guitar arpeggio, soft synth echo, beat cuts out abruptly] (Talk that talk) [silence]