Artist: Mike G (Odd Future) f/ Tyler, the Creator
Album:  ALI
Song:   Timeless
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Intro]
Yeah...
Ay, look

[Mike G]
"I could spend my whole life just tryin to get cash
Work hard then I pass like Steve Nash
Breathe fast, I ain't tryin to hyperventilate
Forgive me Lord, it feel like I commit a sin a day
And then I wait for them days to turn good again
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
Angels sing then I feel like that's my roll call
I came with Left Brain, that's my road dog
Switch lanes? Nah homey I'm a road hog
Brain to the pave look my mind on the road, dog
Said I'm just tryin to do this quick like make haste
Don't take more than I can get to prevent waste
My music's like confetti rain when you win a race
and you probably lose yo' mind tryin to save face
Scarface say I got that Montana flow
They know I'm tryin to get that Montana dough
To where we go, tell the truth I could never know
I'm just tryin to 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 heartless, but I feel them when they show me love

[Tyler, the Creator]
I'm sittin on this couch, wrists bloody
The therapist nicknamed me Kid CuDi, I killed my fifth buddy
The fourth one, I like to kick around
Ride him all around, when he hits 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

[Mike G]
Ayy hold your head homey! Yeah, look
I'ma live long through these songs
As long as they 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 fuckin Laker
Tryin to find a +Secret Garden+ just like Tyler, the Creator
Damn~! I'm just waitin for my life to begin
And I can't breathe when I'm high cause the air's too thin
I'll let out - a couple sighs tell 'em 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