Timeless ft. Tyler The Creator
Mike G Lyrics

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash
I could devote my entire existence to acquiring wealth.

And work hard then I pass like Steve Nash
I'll work diligently and eventually pass away, much like basketball player Steve Nash.

Breath fast, I ain't tryna hyperventilate
I'm breathing quickly, but I don't want to hyperventilate.

Forgive me Lord, it feels like I commit a sin a day
I ask for forgiveness from God continually, as it feels like I'm sinning on a daily basis.

Then I wait for them days to turn good again
Afterward, I await the return of good days.

And get the cake, then I'll tell them that's the winners pay
Once I acquire wealth, I'll inform others that it's the reward for winning.

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream
Victory today would appear to be a fantastical dream.

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems
I comprehend the concept that appearances can be deceiving.

The angels sing and I feel like thats my roll call
When the angels sing, it feels like they're calling out to me.

And I came with Left Brain, that's my road dawg
I arrived with Left Brain, my traveling companion.

Switch lanes? Nah homie I'm a road hog
Changing lanes? No, man, I'm a road hog.

Brain to the pave look my mind on the road dawg
My mind is focused on the road as I drive on the pavement.

Said I'm just tryna do this quick like make haste
I'm just attempting to complete this rapidly, similar to making haste.

Don't take more than I can get to prevent waste
To prevent waste, I won't take on more than I can handle.

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race
My music feels like a shower of confetti during a victory lap.

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face
In an effort to maintain one's reputation, an individual is likely to become overwhelmed.

Scarface, say I got that Montana flow
Similar to Scarface, I'm said to possess a Montana-like flow.

They know I'm tryna get that Montana dough
People are aware that I'm attempting to obtain wealth similar to that found in Montana.

Where we go, tell the truth I could never know
I couldn't tell you where we're headed, to be honest.

I'm just tryna push a Porsche, that's white like Montana snow
My goal is to own a white Porsche, reminiscent of Montana's snow.

And honestly, just for wings I would give it up
To obtain wings, I would relinquish everything I have.

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough
If it's true that 2012 couldn't arrive quickly enough...

And when it comes I just hope I'm on my way above
...I hope to be en route to Heaven when it arrives.

The say they're heartless, but I feel them when they show me love
Although they claim to be without emotion, I can sense their affection for me when they express it.

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody
I'm seated on a couch, with a bloody wrist.

The therapist nicknamed me Kid Cudi, I killed my fifth buddy
My therapist nicknamed me Kid Cudi, and I've now killed five of my associates.

The fourth one, I like to kick around
I've taken pleasure in mistreating the fourth victim's corpse.

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground
I've dragged his body around, riding on him like a toy horse.

The third one is mixed, white and black
The third victim was bi-racial, with both black and white ancestry.

Minor, flat, major, act like a pitch with a flanger
I'm using musical terms (minor, flat, major) to describe the sounds made while altering the pitch with a flanger effect.

The second one's a stranger, but I knew her all my life
Although the second victim was a stranger, I felt as though I had known her my entire existence.

Since I was born, the other half said fuck it like I was porn
I've been acquainted with the second victim since birth, but the other half of myself saw her as expendable, akin to pornography.

And the last one, he's in the mirror
The final victim is myself, as seen in the mirror.

With a gun, wish I could see him clearer
With a gun in hand, I wish I could view myself in the mirror more distinctly.

But I can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead
Unfortunately, my vision is impaired due to red eyes, and as a result, I've killed myself.

Aye, hold your head homie, look
Hey, friend, keep your head up, listen.

I'mma live long through these songs
I'll be remembered via my music, even beyond my death.

As long as they're on, I'm on when I'm gone
So long as people still listen to my music, I'll still be present even when I pass away.

That's why I rhyme like a poet from a prior century
For this reason, I rap in the style of an older-era poet.

And I don't wanna be a human, treat me like an entity
I don't aspire to be treated like a regular person, treat me as though I'm something special.

I know they fiend for my 8's like I'm a fucking Laker
I perceive individuals coveting my sneakers as though I'm a member of the Los Angeles Lakers basketball team.

Tryna find a Secret Garden just like Tyler the Creator
I'm attempting to discover a hidden sanctuary, akin to that sought by musician Tyler the Creator.

Damn, I'm just waiting for my life to begin
Frankly, I'm simply anticipating the start of my existence.

And I can't breath when I'm high cause the airs too thin
When I'm under the influence of drugs, my breathing is hindered because the air feels too thin.

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale
I'll emit a few sighs, then request that others exhale as well.

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail
Others are aware of the potential danger in getting too close to me, similar to touching the third rail on train tracks.

Shit, I'm living in Hell, the devil should be scared of me
Honestly, life feels like Hell, and the Devil ought to be frightened of me.

Nigga ask about me, I am Mike G
If someone inquires about me, inform them that I am Mike G.