Mike G, Tyler, The Creator - Timeless lyrics

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash
And work hard then I pass like Steve Nash
Breath fast, I ain't tryna hyperventilate
Forgive me Lord
It feels like I commit a sin a day
Then I wait for them days to turn good again
And get the cake
Then I'll tell them that's the winners pay
To win today would just seem
Like a lavish dream know what they mean
Everything ain't what it seems
The angels sing and I feel
Like thats my roll call
And I came with Left Brain
That's my road dawg
Switch lanes? Nah homie I'm a road hog
Brain to the pave look my
Mind on the road dawg
Said I'm just tryna do this
Quick like make haste
Don't take more than I can
Get to prevent waste
My music is like confetti rain
When you win a race
And you'll probably lose your
Mind tryna save face
Scarface, say I got that Montana flow
They know I'm tryna get that Montana dough
Where we go
Tell the truth I could never know
I'm just tryna push a Porsche
That's white like Montana snow and honestly
Just for wings I would give it up
So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough
And when it comes I just hope
I'm on my way above
The say they're heartless
But I feel them when they show me love

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody
The therapist nicknamed me Kid Cutty
I killed my fifth buddy
The fourth one, I like to kick around
Ride him all around, when he hit's the ground
The third one is mixed, white and black
Minor, flat, major
Act like a pitch with a flanger
The second one's a stranger
But I knew her all my life since I was born
The other half said fuck it like I was porn
And the last one, he's in the mirror
With a gun, wish I could see him clearer
But I can't cause my eyes are red
Now he's dead

Aye, hold your head homie, look
I'mma live long through these songs
As long as they're on, I'm on when I'm gone
That's why I rhyme like a
Poet from a prior century
And I don't wanna be a human
Treat me like an entity
I know they fiend for my 8's
Like I'm a fucking Laker
Tryna find a Secret Garden just
Like Tyler the Creator
Damn, I'm just waiting for my life to begin
And I can't breath when I'm high
Cause the airs too thin
I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale
They know they shouldn't touch me
Like the third rail
Shit, I'm living in Hell
The devil should be scared of me
Nigga ask about me, I am Mike G