| Why does time pass?
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| It is a question so profound
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| That few people would even think to ask it
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| Yet its effects are all around
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| Human beings live in a perpetual present
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| Inexorably sealed off from the past
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| But moving relentlessly into the future
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| We just grains of sand in an hourglass
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| Turned upside down, allowed to pass
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| Down to the bottom and surrounded fast
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| 'till the shit tip over hit the ground and smash
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| I never felt like surviving last
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| Go through hell just to rise from ash
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| Life go two ways you can cry and laugh
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| Keep her ya’ll live slow or ya' dying fast
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| Tick tick tick get lit lit lit
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| Sign of the beast is 666
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| Talk that shit that bitch get hit
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| All up in that ass like quick, quick, quick
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| Young gonna bring ya' the apocalypse
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| If ya’ll thinking ya’ll dope I’m not convinced
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| And I’m an optimist, triple OG’s we top the list, you’ll come across a fist
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| Nigga be delivering the massive attack
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| This rack of attacks hit em' after the fact
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| Just impassion the whack, quit the yackidy yack
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| Its boom boom boom and I’m fad for the strap
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| The clocks concerned I’m a working man
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| Nothing ya’ll do concerned a man
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| My shit bang from here to Kurdistan
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| Got a real bad bitch with a burka tan
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| Physical attraction, do a little latching
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| Everywhere I go they be talking with an accent
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| Go against my, girl you better be relaxing
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| I’m putting my foot down and gaining better traction
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| Ya’ll don’t really want a part of that
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| Cause ain’t nobody you know hit hard as that
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| Took a bit of time off but I brought her back
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| I make your axis stop like a heart attack
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| — like ya never left
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| Time never stop, what more can I say?
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| Counting the digits no pause or delay
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| I’m punching the clock, just ticking away
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| Seconds to minutes, minutes to days
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| Time never stop, what more can I say?
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| Counting the digits, no pause or delay
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| I’m punching the clock, just ticking away
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| Seconds to minutes, minutes to days
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| The clock don’t stop, time keep ticking
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| I’m on the block, you can find me tripping
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| Think about the birds that I’ve been flipping
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| I don’t think about much cause' my mind keep slipping
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| Itty bitty grains of sand in the glass
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| Disappearing fast we abandon the past
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| Mask on my face and abandon the cash
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| Cause everything I’m hearing is amateur trash
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| Bitches uncut every line is clean
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| Forget about the bullshit behind the scene
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| Every track that we drop like a time machine
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| Like a butterfly effect in a Siamese dream
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| Waking up drunk in a different time zone
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| A diamond in the rough, fuck your rhyme stone
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| And I’m back right now but we’re leaving your mind blown
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| Putting holes in your brain like an iPhone
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| This longevity never get ahead of me
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| Better be mine or watch your identity
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| Energy high stay lost in the melody
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| Steadily tryna flunk out every enemy
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| Ask me why, never gonna live my life
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| Pass me by, understand it better
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| When they actually try, but they don’t wanna hear me
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| Like a nasty lie, we can catch me high
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| Probably only bought up like an ounce of weed
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| But I bounce a beat while they sound a sleep
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| Ain’t sleeping on us but they counting sheep
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| Now thinking neighbours coming from down the street
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| When the shit get big gotta pipe the connection
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| Full speed ahead we don’t wait for direction
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| If you talk shit better pray for protection
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| Hundred every day we ain’t wasting a second
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| Time never stop, what more can I say?
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| Counting the digits no pause or delay
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| I’m punching the clock, just ticking away
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| Seconds to minutes, minutes to days
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| Time never stop, what more can I say?
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| Counting the digits, no pause or delay
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| I’m punching the clock, just ticking away
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| Seconds to minutes, minutes to days |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hour Glass , by - Snak the Ripper. Song from the album Off the Rails, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп