Lyrics Its About That Time - Alabama 3

Its About That Time

Death clock Tick
Tock smokin like a cigarette
Every minute, every hour,
every day
You mind goes flip flop
Nothing but a silhouette
Ain’t it funny how time slips away?
(Rap by THE PRIME ARTIST Russell Jordan)
It’s about that time
to stop the clock
If you’re ready to roll
Let’s rock the block
Time moved on slowly
in my mind in the morning
In the afternoon my body
shuts down
Give me wine, women and song
And I’ll party all night long
Let it all blow to the
muthafucking dawn.
Been down so goddam long
It looks like up to me
Here’s some words of advice
from a man who’s had little
advice all his life,
If you wanna go out on Saturday
night and listen to the
music and the bright lights
There’s one or two things
you should do…
First get your head on
straight, get it buttoned
up the back.
Zip up your
pants and start walking on
downtown, and when you get
downtown say hello to the
nicest looking girl you see
and say «hey baby, have you
ever been to the Galapagos?
You know they’ve got lizards
there that ain’t got no eyes»
and if she says «well that
comes to me as no surprise»
you say «hey, why don’t we
sh-shuffle on down to say
listen to old LSD, playing
that drum and bass for just
you and me» I’m sure her eyes’ll
just light up and she’ll
say «let's go over a partay»