There's 24 hours inside of a day
I'm no statistician but I have a hunch that
A bunch of those hours we waste
You know what they say
"Idle hands something to do with devil... "
Oh, fuck it I guess I forgot what the phrase was
But listen what I meant to say was
What I meant to say was
Age is like wine it only gets better with time
I only get smarter and write my bars harder inside of these lines
When I decide to give it my all
Instead of predicting my imminent fall
I find my way back to my common sense
Regain my confidence
Pick up my pen and I think up a song

It's like a rush of blood to my head
I've got a message from my heart to my head
There're so many minutes to go
So many minutes to waste
Don't let the blood go to waste, no way
It's like a rush of blood to my head

I'm making my way back to a place that's
A reminder of who I was way back
With a few new additions and name tags
Nothing fancy, I'm not like Maybach
I'm just trying my best to explain that
I have taken a second to pause
Taken a second to seek out a cause
Taken a second to strengthen my flaws
Finally reckoned with some of my doubts
It took me a while to figure it out
Now I am here with a fistful of lyrics
In body and spirit my head's in the clouds

Blood to my head
I've got a message from my heart to my head
There're so many minutes to go
So many minutes to waste
Don't let the blood go to waste, no way
It's like a rush of blood to my head

Blood to my head, blood to my head
Like a rush of blood to my head
Blood to my head, blood to my head
Like a rush of blood to my head