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