Lyrics Time - Lunar C

Time

I wish I had a Rollie and a Jag
But I don’t
So I pull chicks solely off the swag
I wish I had all the right answers
I wish I could sing so I didn’t have to be a white rapper
I wish I had a pound for every time that wished I had a pound
When I was skint and had to count the change down the back of my couch
If I had one wish like Ray Jay
Every day would be pay day
I wish that I could have a conversation with the younger me
Just so I could show him how much of a don he’s gonna be
But I don’t have a genie and a lamp
If I did then Beyoncé and RiRi’d demand a flight to the states so they can have
a threesome with a fan
And I could get a pic with Jay Z and Yeezy for the gram
I want a Lambo that I can fit fat chicks in
With a big sub banging in the boot like a kidnap victim
I wish that I could get back all the time that I wasted smoking weed and
talking shit instead of trying to strive for greatness
I wish my grandma didn’t have Facebook
And my parents named me something sicker than Jake Brook
And I didn’t have to go by some shit that I made up
When I was 16 I used to wish I was famous
But nobody can control my vision
I’m not gonna spend my whole life wishin'
There’s a million places I could be rather than here
I know nothing’s ever perfect and the grass is always greener
How do the days go by so slow, when all of the years go by so fast
All of the years go by so fast
All of the years
You keep running out on me I know I can’t get you back
I was killing you by sitting doing nothing
I just let you pass me by
I thought you was on my side but we can’t go back
Both hands in your face as you tell me you’d wait for no man
But you’re a healer I need ya to get my mind together
I need you to think and make sense of things
I need you to myself
I feel like I’m in a race against ya
You’re slipping away quick the days fly
We was both getting wasted at the same time
We was both getting wasted at the same time
At the same time
There’s a million
There’s a million places I could be rather than here
I know nothing’s ever perfect and the grass is always greener
How do the days go by so slow, when all of the years go by so fast