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letra de tmtm (times make the man) - jbdapilot

[intro: peter pan]
go on! go back and grow up! but i’m warning ya
once you’re grown up you can never come back! never!

[verse 1: jbdapilot]
feel like i’m peter pan
they know i been the boy
i’m tryna be the man, get to finish line
i’m tryna beat ’em they don’t wanna see me win
or kicking my feet up yeah
don’t open that sneaker box that’s what the re-up in
simone pick the phone up, ey look it’s me again
see i lost love but i found god, lost faith when i found pain
lost cause but i found out that one man’s loss is one man’s gain
wait, what happens after that? bridges get burned
i’m in the aftermath, there’s no return
live and you learn, no coming back from that
drake was harlem shaking through the pressure
i was pill popping tryna fight depression
i was searching high and low for a blessing
looking for the answers, lord my life in question
i’m alive by the grace of god, i’m eye to eye with the face of sin
my homie said he sold the heroin for the balmain, call it h&m
jesus piece is for the p-ssion, see my chain and get to dabbin’
see my girl and get to flexin’, if you can hit her you can have it
please don’t ask me no more questions
can’t you see a n-gga spazzing? can’t you see a n-gga falling? problems got the pilot crashing. wait

[hook: jbdapilot]
does paper really make you rich?
does money really make you change?
i’m out here tryna make flip!
never really been the same
there’s no return, when it hits the fan
look what i am. you see what i am
times make the man, and that’s who i am
they don’t understand. the times make the man
look what i am. you see what i am
don’t ask me again, just pray for the boy
times make the man

[verse 2: jbdapilot]
i used to pray every night, i had the purest of hearts
i used to tutor for school, now it’s a tool in the car
i used to worry ‘bout breaking my curfew
now i be breaking the law, i’m never breaking the code, no
talk and they breaking your jaw
look at what the times made me, i been trying get it daily
i just gotta flip a dollar, i’m changing baby can you blame me?
stacking money with my problems, let the chips fall let ‘em pile on
i could count it with my eyes closed
dawg i’m in the zone where’s the pylon?
tell me who’s this in the mirror?
why does he look so much different?
my goal is to just make a million
my dream is to just make a difference
and lately i feel like failure
lately i feel like a felon i’m living in h-ll, yeah
all of my dreams derailed and well
i’m tryna prevail off paraphernalia
wait, i got some pills i could sell you
wait, i got some dro i could mail you
i’m sorry for iggin your calls, it’s just i don’t know what to tell you
you can see i’m in my dark times, in the city on the south side
with my n-ggas reppin mile high
times make the man so it’s ’bout time for the boy
yeah, bout time for the boy

[outro: jbdapilot]
you can see i’m in my dark times (when it hits the fan)
in the city on the south side (look what i am you see what i am)
with my n-ggas reppin mile high (times make the man and that’s who i am)
you can see i’m in my dark times (they don’t understand. times make the man)
’bout time for the (look what i am. you see what i am)
you can see i’m in my (don’t ask me again, just pray for the boy. times make the man)

- jbdapilot

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