Weeks R Months Tha God Fahim

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[Intro]
Yeah
You ever felt like a week felt like a month?
A minute felt like a hour?
A second felt like a minute?
Y'know what I'm saying?
A year felt like ten?
Well, I have
Check it
Uh

[Verse 1]
Weeks are months
Time goin' so slow
Mask and the four-four
Blast from the front door—huh
Gimme some sun so I can grow
I'm makin' it, Mama, I'm finna blow
I'm taking it, Mama, lettin' you know
Treat every song like it's my first show
And every show like it's my first tape
And every tape, like my first date
Makin' somethin' outta nothin': great
The sole controller of my own fate—wait
They don't want me makin' no cake
Bait the fish outta the water and add to the plate
Decipherin' fruits of math, makin' papes
You a hypocrite, check the hypothesis
You hysterical, you niggas is novices
What the problem is?
Not the colleges
Peep the sciences
It's no alliances

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