Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song LOOK AT THE TIME, artist - Duckwrth. Date of issue: 22.09.2016
Song language: English
LOOK AT THE TIME |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah… |
| First tech, yeah |
| Ru on the beat |
| Look at the time |
| Look at the place |
| Rolling down Hollywood |
| All I see is space |
| All I see is stars |
| All I see is space |
| I’m gonna need my start bitch |
| Gimme my space |
| Look at the time |
| Look at the place |
| Rolling down Hollywood |
| All I see is space |
| All I see is stars |
| All I see is space |
| I’m gonna need my start bitch |
| Gimme my space |
| Didn’t grow up in a safe hood |
| Didn’t have no good father |
| Didn’t grow up in the same hood |
| But the story had a same author |
| Then I heard about the clean water |
| All I wanted was a clean water |
| Heard that from Seen Carter |
| I mean Sean Carter |
| I mean Godfather |
| I mean more permanent than a black marker |
| On a white school board |
| Or a light skinned girl with the bouncy curls |
| Get her puss so wet |
| Bring her bouncy roll and a sponge |
| (God damn that’s wet) |
| Take a dip up in the river we can really have fun |
| Backstroke, breath stroke, more with the tongue |
| Hi-hat flow with a nice snare drum |
| Say hi-hat flow with a hook on the run |
| Look at the time |
| Look at the place |
| Rolling down Hollywood |
| All I see is space |
| All I see is stars |
| All I see is space |
| I’m gonna need my start bitch |
| Gimme my space |
| Look at the time |
| Look at the place |
| Rolling down Hollywood |
| All I see is space |
| All I see is stars |
| All I see is space |
| I’m gonna need my start bitch |
| (Huh) Gimme my space |
| Measure Juno |
| Black planet, black space |
| (I'm trying to leave the Earth and this world is a rat race) |
| I’m going to Pluto |
| (I walk my poodle, ruled the street though) |
| What do we know |
| Nigga, what do we know (we know, we know, we know) |
| Sitting in the world like a corn-a-cob |
| Kernel pop’d |
| Heartbreak beats, but still born to rob |
| Pulled through, rose stones when I fornicat' |
| Pulling up, blowing horns in a foreign drive (yeah) |
| Dream machine like an orange pop |
| Pop-up ground hogs, kinda tour’d a lot |
| Shit all my thoughts in a port-a-pop |
| Podcast, dreamcast, all a load of God |
| (Thank Jesus) I got 'em questioning me like religiously |
| (Are you questioning me right now) |
| Is is a game and I’m fetchin' to killing |
| I’m killing shit call me da Riddick |
| How did I do it so easy it doesn’t look cuzzin' girl holding my milkshake |
| I trip out on the way to the moon, have a nice trip man |
| Miss Frizzin' the field trip |
| Look at the time |
| Look at the place |
| Rolling down Hollywood |
| All I see is space |
| All I see is stars |
| All I see is space |
| I’m gonna need my start bitch |
| Gimme my space (1, 2, 3) |
| Look at the time |
| Look at the place |
| Rolling down Hollywood |
| All I see is space |
| All I see is stars |
| All I see is space |
| I’m gonna need my start bitch |
| (Huh) Gimme my space |
| Yeah, y-y-yeah |