Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moment, artist - Tonedeff. Album song Polymer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Moment |
Time’s running out. |
Hold onto this moment, |
Cause you’re never gonna get it back. |
I Hope you had the time of your life. |
Now, What would you do with your time if you knew |
you were gonna die in one day? |
Would you jump through the hoops of your life with a boost, |
or would you deny and complain |
Would you run to the roof, suicidal and blue, |
as if you were deciding your fate/ |
or better yet, now would you cut to the truth — you’d get as stupid as you could |
all before you expired — no shame. |
(Time's running out). |
Hold on to this moment, |
Cause you’re never gonna get it back. |
And the time slides right by us and with a silence |
without the slightest hint of a pitter pat |
It’ll be fickle and shift on you, unpredictable, ticking fast when getting |
laughs |
or it can drag when shit is bad |
The future’s in my grasp, hmph, there it goes, |
Now everything I was saying a second ago is in the past/ |
So we live with that. |
Which tense, can you feel tension |
Wait for it… in the 4th dimension |
Ain’t no one getting over — The relentless |
Pace forward is out of order with your senses |
Take notice — not a time out/ |
So I hide every clock in my house/ |
I don’t wanna be reminded of my anxiety that when I’m idle |
I’m wasting away while I count… down/ |
Waiting for a clean slate, |
For pete’s sake! |
Lonely, waiting a dream date. |
High brow. |
Ain’t no way to replace your mistakes |
No matter how good a replay, might sound |
Ain’t no fucking freeze-frame to see straight, |
Waiting for the stars to align, or a plausible sign |
or a law to be signed, As it all swishes by |
Cause really, the only right — is right now. |
Pow. |
Hold onto this moment, |
cause you’re never gonna get it back |
And as each one passes, it adds baggage |
you gotta drag into the next, till you quit or collapse, |
Bit of romance in the concept of living fast |
No sitting stagnant, ya stop and then it’s your ass |
So we get attached to the madness of being frantic |
Until we crash into walls that were built to last — And it’s tragic. |
Niggas say give it time, but they’re spending mine while they give advice, |
Luckily, I’m wise — it was set aside, |
The simple take is that we’re dashing within our prime/ |
Then disintegrating into ash by the finish line |
2 minutes in, 11 seconds gone, |
You can feel the ticks burrowed in your bones |
And they’re thoroughly devoted to murder while they’re serving you notice |
The borrowing is over and tomorrow isn’t owed. |
But I feel it in the bottom of my soul |
I don’t wanna die and yo — that’s all I really know |
I could live forever, but my body’s getting old/ |
God made a promise, but his clock his hella slow/ |
Holding your breath brings you closer to death |
It’s the loneliest lesson you grow to detest |
And this whole bit of flesh is a linear experience, |
except of course, within the mind where the Delorean is kept |
And I floor it… cause I… wanna… hold it… |
stretch this… out for… all that’s… left/ |
before it… runs out. |
I'ma.own it… |
With any doubts or small regrets |
We’re born at the entrance to the passage of time |
A form that’s defenseless to its savage design |
We morph as we trek it/ |
Until the reaper escorts us to the exit — molted and breathless |
Once upon a time — I learned that time is life, |
And procrastination was theft |
So, if time is money, then you gonna serve time, |
When the time comes, life will pay for this debt/ |
Cause when time flies, bet it’s first class, |
And the time line of credit burns fast, |
So it’s high time, that you learn to manage it |
and in the interest of saving time/ |
Two-timing, you’ll find is your worst habit/ |
Cause it’s about time that I faced the music |
Because the way that I kill time is abusive |
And time and again, I get by on a whim |
I’m behind at halftime, and then right at the end is when I’m buying a win/ |
They tell me time is a snitch, but only time will tell |
If telling time will you keep you outta the cell/ |
Time flies and it heals all wounds it’s an angel, |
That’ll strangle you while it saves you. |
— Times up! |
— I'm grateful. |