Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Time to Break , by - JT Music. Release date: 19.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Time to Break |
| Mama, I’m so sorry |
| I’ve been awful naughty |
| Pray the Lord, my soul, to take |
| Cuz I ain’t got no conscience |
| With all this blood on my hands |
| If the law can bend, the law can break |
| Mama said that my head’s in the clouds |
| There ain’t anything getting me down |
| Cuz when I get to jetting around |
| I get rid of dead weight, shedding the pounds |
| You bet that my ethics are left on the ground |
| Pent-up aggression — I let it all out |
| I’ll do whatever is never allowed |
| Speak of the devil — I’m ready to bounce |
| Can you keep it down? |
| Your weapons are loud |
| You blew off his head! |
| Just messing around |
| I’m gonna teach you delinquents a lesson |
| A lesson that I’ll be forgetting about |
| Look what you’ve done — I reckon you’re proud? |
| I will be when I’m all that’s left in the town |
| Tell Overwatch to get the hell out |
| Just like a Blizzard — you’re meant to be plowed |
| Shit he just said that aloud |
| Fuck off LeBron, I’m balling harder |
| You drop the ball, and I’ll dunk it on ya |
| Bringing the thunder from up above ya |
| Pretend the floor got covered in lava |
| I’ll stop the clock and cause some drama |
| Call it chronological trauma |
| Luckily none of us believe in karma |
| Not like that was ever gonna stop us, nah |
| Mama, I’m so sorry |
| I’ve been awful naughty |
| Pray the Lord, my soul, to take |
| Cuz I ain’t got no conscience |
| With all this blood on my hands |
| If the law can bend, the law can break |
| My dark side — you’re about to see |
| I’m a better Emperor than Palpatine |
| Even Tesla would have been proud of me |
| Because I can fire lightning out of me |
| Dashing in like an assassin |
| I’ll act like your neck is a cold one and crack it |
| I’ll grapple your ass and then after I’ll stab it |
| Evacuate as if nothing ever happened |
| I am the Alpha, you’re the Omega |
| Step up to me, and you bet that I’ll end ya |
| Been slinging guns longer than I remember |
| I’m the crack-shot everyone bets on |
| Like a Vanguard, hit the jets hard |
| Get my cannon spinning and revved up |
| See I don’t mind getting hands-on |
| Move it if you don’t wanna be slammed on |
| Yo, justice isn’t what I enforce |
| Covered in blood cuz I hunt you for sport |
| I can pick up the pace in the space I distort |
| If you wanted some law, you could take it to court |
| I need a medic with medical drones |
| Need some protection? |
| Get in the dome |
| Defend the point, deflectors are go |
| Juggernaut coming to step on your toes |
| That was my kill! |
| Negative, sir |
| Could have been yours, if you were better |
| I’ll move in like a Wraith, I ready my blade |
| Eject in your face and then detonate |
| These boots ain’t made for walkin' |
| But I’ll show ya what they do |
| Situation’s getting Harrier |
| I’ll walk all over you |
| Mama, I’m so sorry |
| I’ve been awful naughty |
| Pray the Lord, my soul, to take |
| Cuz I ain’t got no conscience |
| With all this blood on my hands |
| If the law can bend, the law can break |
| Mama says that I’ve gone astray |
| I’ll end up dead or locked away |
| But guess what I was taught today |
| The laws that we got ain’t so hard to break |
| I just had a lesson in anatomy |
| I didn’t know how much blood we had to bleed |
| I’ll cut you like a surgeon, with a bad degree |
| You’ll need an anesthetic to get through that with me |
| I’ve been a bad boy, mama, don’t get mad at me |
| Is your conscience heavy? |
| It doesn’t have to be |
| Any impact I have will lack gravity |
| That’s how I learned to laugh at any tragedy |
| Like an acrobat who doesn’t let their feet |
| Touch the ground, that’s an act of blasphemy |
| I’ve neglected every rule you’ve had for me |
| And now I got a massive rap sheet attached to me |
| I broke the mold when they casted me |
| Call me Bohemian, this is my Rhapsody |
| If I have to land, I’ll slam like an asteroid |
| Do you wanna try catching me? |
| I stick to my guns but I’ll change up my rhythm |
| To keep the Law guessin' when I’m fuckin' with 'em |
| My mission is criminal by definition |
| Give me a jetpack and I’ll do all the liftin' |
| Kinda like Iron Man entered the buildin' |
| My weapons are fun but they’re meant just for killin' |
| If you mess with us, you’ll be victims of villains |
| Mama, you raised some belligerent children |
| Mama, I’m so sorry |
| I’ve been awful naughty |
| Pray the Lord, my soul, to take |
| Cuz I ain’t got no conscience |
| With all this blood on my hands |
| If the law can bend, the law can break |
| It’s time to break! |
| Time to break! |
| (x3) |