paroles de chanson About Time - Radio Edit - Skip Dover feat. Queens Bully

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Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
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Yeah
Yo

Sometimes I think that I can't die, pineal decalcified, but am I out my mind
My hands are tied, I lost track of Time, no such thing
Even a broken watch is right twice a day
Closely watch, I just said that I write twice a day, still no Time to waste
Might hibernate, but my third eye's awake
So before you get on Twitter and write away
Know you could get hit right away, b*** you just a bike ride away
Tribalist traits like Mike Tyson's face
The type to take your brand new ice and skate off in the bright of day
Wont hide our face
Dip down the fire escape to nicer places
Hide away, switch license plates, then light a J, right by the fireplace
Most of us on our way to the fiery lake, we're in dire straits
While y'all piling and climbing crates, looking for a real life escape
They're sitting in a room, deciding which rights to take
Read a book, I wish I could see the look on China's face
Time to wake up, but face it, Time's just something y'all not trying to face
Y'all on Tik Tok but they're telling you our Time is up
You take that poison and digest it, now your mind is f***

Time doesn't exist, except on the wrist
Lately it feels like something switched, I been peeped every glitch
I can't let nothing shake me, no not even a flinch
So if you slither with the serpents, you gon' sleep with the fish
I don't take part in the clown show
These b*** either got a white nose or a brown nose
And most these p*** don't know how to act around h***
Act up, I'll leave your shirt full of round holes

Yo, it's kill Time, you're killing Time, distraction hunting
A lot of money to make, I want a big fraction of it
I been packed my luggage, lovin' every second of it
Oven mitts and rubber grips
They're on some s*** but I been strapped, so f*** it
Thought I was broke trapping, that's what I broke out of
Picked my head up, thought I was blind puffin' clouds up
Give a f*** if I escape, a fire escape's a perfect time
To mark my territory high, spark that medical and fly
No footprints in the snow, stay in my own zone
Home, stoned off home grown, I'm thinkin'
Why the f*** the numbers in my old phone always shrinking
We had a code, and you betrayed it, should've known that you'd be traded
Technological warfare, no remains, no artifacts
Cause ain't nobody making art, in fact
They're just out here making themselves look ridiculous
Who predicted this? Who knows who the victim is? Who knows
But Time did it, I'mma stick to this
I'm so ahead of my Time, I'm ready to die
But dead or alive, I know that I'mma survive
They say Time will tell, but I'mma tell Time
Go to hell, You've got blood on your hands
Now bow your head to the sky