| Time’s running out.
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| Hold onto this moment,
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| Cause you’re never gonna get it back.
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| I Hope you had the time of your life.
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| Now, What would you do with your time if you knew
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| you were gonna die in one day?
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| Would you jump through the hoops of your life with a boost,
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| or would you deny and complain
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| Would you run to the roof, suicidal and blue,
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| as if you were deciding your fate/
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| or better yet, now would you cut to the truth — you’d get as stupid as you could
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| all before you expired — no shame.
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| (Time's running out). |
| Hold on to this moment,
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| Cause you’re never gonna get it back.
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| And the time slides right by us and with a silence
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| without the slightest hint of a pitter pat
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| It’ll be fickle and shift on you, unpredictable, ticking fast when getting
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| laughs
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| or it can drag when shit is bad
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| The future’s in my grasp, hmph, there it goes,
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| Now everything I was saying a second ago is in the past/
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| So we live with that.
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| Which tense, can you feel tension
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| Wait for it… in the 4th dimension
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| Ain’t no one getting over — The relentless
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| Pace forward is out of order with your senses
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| Take notice — not a time out/
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| So I hide every clock in my house/
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| I don’t wanna be reminded of my anxiety that when I’m idle
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| I’m wasting away while I count… down/
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| Waiting for a clean slate,
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| For pete’s sake! |
| Lonely, waiting a dream date. |
| High brow.
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| Ain’t no way to replace your mistakes
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| No matter how good a replay, might sound
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| Ain’t no fucking freeze-frame to see straight,
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| Waiting for the stars to align, or a plausible sign
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| or a law to be signed, As it all swishes by
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| Cause really, the only right — is right now.
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| Pow.
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| Hold onto this moment,
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| cause you’re never gonna get it back
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| And as each one passes, it adds baggage
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| you gotta drag into the next, till you quit or collapse,
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| Bit of romance in the concept of living fast
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| No sitting stagnant, ya stop and then it’s your ass
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| So we get attached to the madness of being frantic
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| Until we crash into walls that were built to last — And it’s tragic.
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| Niggas say give it time, but they’re spending mine while they give advice,
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| Luckily, I’m wise — it was set aside,
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| The simple take is that we’re dashing within our prime/
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| Then disintegrating into ash by the finish line
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| 2 minutes in, 11 seconds gone,
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| You can feel the ticks burrowed in your bones
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| And they’re thoroughly devoted to murder while they’re serving you notice
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| The borrowing is over and tomorrow isn’t owed.
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| But I feel it in the bottom of my soul
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| I don’t wanna die and yo — that’s all I really know
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| I could live forever, but my body’s getting old/
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| God made a promise, but his clock his hella slow/
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| Holding your breath brings you closer to death
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| It’s the loneliest lesson you grow to detest
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| And this whole bit of flesh is a linear experience,
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| except of course, within the mind where the Delorean is kept
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| And I floor it… cause I… wanna… hold it…
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| stretch this… out for… all that’s… left/
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| before it… runs out. |
| I'ma.own it…
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| With any doubts or small regrets
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| We’re born at the entrance to the passage of time
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| A form that’s defenseless to its savage design
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| We morph as we trek it/
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| Until the reaper escorts us to the exit — molted and breathless
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| Once upon a time — I learned that time is life,
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| And procrastination was theft
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| So, if time is money, then you gonna serve time,
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| When the time comes, life will pay for this debt/
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| Cause when time flies, bet it’s first class,
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| And the time line of credit burns fast,
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| So it’s high time, that you learn to manage it
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| and in the interest of saving time/
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| Two-timing, you’ll find is your worst habit/
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| Cause it’s about time that I faced the music
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| Because the way that I kill time is abusive
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| And time and again, I get by on a whim
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| I’m behind at halftime, and then right at the end is when I’m buying a win/
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| They tell me time is a snitch, but only time will tell
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| If telling time will you keep you outta the cell/
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| Time flies and it heals all wounds it’s an angel,
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| That’ll strangle you while it saves you. |
| — Times up! |
| — I'm grateful. |