Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Time (Goes On) , by - Hypnogaja. Song from the album White Label, Vol. 1, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 31.07.2004
Record label: Access Denied
Song language: English
Time (Goes On) |
| Time has told that you’re cold, bought and sold |
| Gotta level the load, listen to the tale that’s being told |
| Time has come, see you run from the gun |
| Must drink to get numb while you’re sittin' in the morning sun |
| Time will tell, hell’s bells ringing loud |
| Gotta duck from the buck shot fired at the fucking crowd |
| Time turns, rhyme burns as you learn |
| The little lessons in life treat whom you meet right |
| Time’ll see just what you can be |
| Try to flirt but you hurt, growing like a disease |
| Time tells, hell’s bells ringing in my eardrums |
| Here it comes, here it kiddy-come-comes |
| Time for the devil as the level goes up |
| Gotta stick to get stuck, got me drinking from the poison cup |
| Time for crime, 'cause it’s all in the mind |
| Gotta change the design when I’m signing on the dotted line |
| Time goes on, yesterday is gone |
| Life moves on, live it before it’s gone |
| Time moves, rhythm grooves |
| Give them all of what’s been removed |
| You ain’t got nothin' to fucking prove |
| Time escapes thru the gates, from the love and the hate |
| Debate all over fate all over lobster and steak |
| Time sweeps, rhyme creeps up, up the leg of your mind |
| As the rhythm takes you from behind |
| Time-time, tick-tock as you keep on running from the clock |
| Between a hard place and a rock |
| Time gives as you live from your hand to your mouth |
| Is that really what life’s about? |
| Time travels, unravels all the mysteries of your life |
| Discover wrong from the right |
| Time brings, rhyme sings, rings from the beat |
| While you’re sleepin' on the fucking street |
| Time tocks, mind mocks, get shocked |
| Hear the click of the clock before all time stops |
| And now you try the denyin' with all the cheatin' and lyin' |
| Were never beaten' but cryin' to all the friends you be buyin' |
| You’re spreadin' like a disease |
| And you’re never pleasin', just teasin' |
| And no more reason for treason and no more huggin' and squeezin' |
| The fashion for the distraction reaction to the retraction |
| The trashin' all in a fraction |
| Your words speak louder than actions |
| You’re always goin' and goin' and never showin' you knowin' |
| And never wantin' to growin' and never learn from my flowin' |