paroles de chanson Time - 919slum

Aye, aye

It's just a matter of time
Goin' up to the atmosphere
Don't let anyone downplay your talents
Just because they think you're actin' weird
Just be you, I'll just be me
Burnin' weed to the third degree
And if I die, I'll be smiling
Even if I'm sad 'cause I'll be at peace

Spaced-out exterior lookin' like Mar rocks
Crushin' up, don't stop, smokin' on Moon rock
Stand out, I'm a figurehead
You try, then you'll be dead
On my mountain, I'm on top
She under me, she givin' top
If the cops roll up, then thе drugs gotta stop
Gotta stop rollin' up for my eyes, steep droop

Mustang is what I drive
Dro is what I smokе at night
Goin' outside, see an orange light
Yeah, you want a hit but, mane, don't even try
Mustang is what I drive
Dro is what I smoke at night
Goin' outside, see an orange light
Yeah, you want a hit but, mane, don't even try

If you catch me rollin' up
With AE on my jeans
Better run a fuckin' mile 'fore you call the police
Lakebed still below me, fuck what you think
I don't got no homies, I broke all my links, aye
I don't wanna hear it if their last name is
The bitch that I'm rockin' with, she a total freak
By the end of tonight, wrap it up within sheets
If she call, block her fast, how I roam up in these streets, bitch

Mustang is what I drive
Dro is what I smoke at night
Goin' outside, see an orange light
Yeah, you want a hit but, mane, don't even try
Mustang is what I drive
Dro is what I smoke at night
Goin' outside, see an orange light
Yeah, you want a hit but, mane, don't even try

Fourth Eye Records

Time, Doctor Freeman?
Is it really that time again?