| In 1920 something, he was the undertaker
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| Who outlived everyone until the day he tried to die
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| And jumped in the freezing water so starts the timeline
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| 1980 something one summer evening
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| Come out that same water he came ah-creeping
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| Wtih tattered clothes soaking wet from head to toe
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| Where he happened he had not know, no boots
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| Solomon was lost and confused in different times
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| He knew he didn’t belong he could see it in her eyes
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| So he fled in the alleyway like the homeless
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| Cause at this point in time his life was hopeless
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| Killing himself didn’t work a bit
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| He only woke up 60 years in the future, revived his shit
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| Alive was dead still waiting to become the transformation into Blaze’s son
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| I keep changing feeling strange and watch as
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| I metamorphosize, well
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| Time keeps ticking in the Timeline
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| Ticking in the time keeps ticking in the timeline
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| Ticking in the
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| He is the father and I am the son
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| And together we become the great undying one, well
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| Time keeps ticking in the Timeline
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| Ticking in the time keeps ticking in the timeline
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| Ticking in the
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| Blaze the son, was a gangsta work
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| He live by the gun, and died over trying to sell one
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| To a baby G, from a set around the way
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| Things are way different now, from way back in the days
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| Solomon would have never sold a piece
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| He’d only build a couple caskets
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| The house, alter the season
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| Blaze on the other hand, loved killing everything
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| And then what he took, to get his hands on some money man
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| From selling crack rocks, on street blocks
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| Hood famous as a dead thug
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| Always rocking a clock
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| Following numbers up the clock, making doorways
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| So anyone who would oppose, would die and just go away
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| He never died, no his wounds never healed
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| Never stopped to think, how shitty that got to feel
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| But it’s okay, cause he’s changing again
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| To fulfill the destiny, of Colton Grundy’s brethren
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| I keep changing feeling strange and watch as
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| I metamorphosize, well
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| Time keeps ticking in the Timeline
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| Ticking in the time keeps ticking in the timeline
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| Ticking in the
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| He is the father and I am the son
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| And together we become the great undying one, well
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| Time keeps ticking in the Timeline
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| Ticking in the time keeps ticking in the timeline
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| Ticking in the
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| Colton is the great one, never will he perish
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| He’s not concerned with the life, that so many cherish
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| Not concerned with looking for love, that they claim that is
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| He’s heartless, he dead, he’s proud, he’s not embarrassed
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| Move back, no time, the clock is broke
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| Never had parents, he was conceived in smoke
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| Father was just a premonition of a past life
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| Or the life he never stopped living
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| His story began right, it didn’t
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| Still confused and I don’t get it
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| He is I, and I am him, I never had decendents
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| I never had any father, and I am like my brother
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| To sum it all up, we’re all the same motherfucka
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| I keep changing feeling strange and watch as
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| I metamorphosize, well
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| Time keeps ticking in the Timeline
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| Ticking in the time keeps ticking in the timeline
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| Ticking in the
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| He is the father and I am the son
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| And together we become the great undying one, well
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| Time keeps ticking in the Timeline
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| Ticking in the time keeps ticking in the timeline
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| Ticking in the |