Sometimes my mind coincides with the blind, I couldn't see to know
What I was supposed to do but something kept me jotting notes
Had to work on the game so I could average those
Running round to get back, big stats thinking when we pitched packs
Said I promise and I lied I swore to you I'd fix that
Put away my serve hand, I need my Wimbledon back
I'm working on this L my homie working on this six pack
How constricting is that? Ima get it right back
Before time could pass me by I swear to God I'd risk it all
Jump inside the fire swear to God I'd risk it all
Wish you would call
You should think about it, think about it because it's been a while
Cuz no calls left my feelings down
And no walls let the ceiling down
Too involved and I can feel it now
Too involved and I can feel it now
I think it had my mind
Racing, racing, racing
Racing, racing, racing
I think the world is mine
Racing, racing, racing
I'm running out of time
Racing, racing, racing
I think it had my mind
Racing, racing, racing
I gotta cut some ties
Racing, racing, racing
Feel like the world is
Racing, racing, racing
Racing, racing, racing