Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time 4real, artist - bleubird. Date of issue: 27.02.2013
Song language: English
Time 4real |
| I took all the dirt they buried me in |
| Made a garden to remind me of my sins |
| I ain’t never been accused of not tryin' hard enough |
| Had my guts served up in a gold-plated cup |
| Cancers, cancers; |
| tiny dancers |
| Two Devils on my shoulders |
| And they’re feeding me answers |
| I go and assemble the words with my call |
| From the beat to the back; |
| from the head to the floor |
| Night trains, right-brained, their brain cells |
| Though it might not stand, but there is gray hair |
| And I won’t be force-fed to my death |
| Born to a storm and the mess |
| Torn from the mother, become another |
| Undercover 'til the pores sweat |
| Comin' down before it’s wet |
| Never start to regret |
| I care for you |
| Now I’m breathin' in the dust as you run away |
| We are the ones who go down with the ship |
| For regrets we will never admit |
| Doing for others and you do for yourself |
| Some of us suffer the wealth |
| Some of us suffer so others' can eat |
| We won’t race to retreat |
| Age is a timeless defeat |
| Justice is a beast, our fight is not lost |
| Willing to pay the cost, play the slots |
| Hooray for props, take your shots |
| This rap is real, shit you can feel |
| Can’t buy or steal |
| We’re taking the wheel and steering it into the ocean |
| We’re floatin' and hopin' the window’s still open |
| 'cause we’ve got no time to kill |
| Time for real, rhyme for meals |
| Climb uphill and never sit still |
| Shooting for feeling |
| I’m killin' myself, it’s OK, there’s only today |
| I don’t worry about tomorrow |
| You thought I threw it all away |
| But every single second slaved |
| Has been worth living |
| Time; |
| you thought I threw it all away |
| But every single second slaved |
| Has been worth living |
| Raise a toast; |
| break the glass |
| Raise 'em full; |
| make 'em last |
| Like I’m a ghost with no fangs |
| From back when the drums used to bang |
| When we weren’t engulfed in the name |
| We were just stokin' the flames |
| We weren’t the horse for the fame |
| Those were just doors with a chain |
| Remember your boat or a plane |
| Helping me float and maintain |
| Every moment recording so slowly |
| Eventually going away |
| Never forgot what I came from |
| Brains, brawn, pain; |
| love |
| Some gave up |
| But I maintained game; |
| tough |
| Cancers, cancers; |
| tiny dancers |
| Two Devils on my shoulders |
| And they’re feeding me answers |
| Time, you thought I’d threw it all away |
| But every single second slaved |
| Has been worth living |