| Like minutes
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| Years pass by and we still don’t get it
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| Try to ignore
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| Man, you know how them cowards are
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| Yo
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| (Sand in the hourglass)
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| Yo
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| Look at them trying to ignore
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| Like as if the skill don’t exist
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| Look at you, man
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| You’re so
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| Get respect where it’s due
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| Grab my hat
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| Tip the bill
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| Stressed out like life
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| Was just bitches and bills
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| Real shit
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| Never act like it’s just a drill
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| Some ain’t seen life straight
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| Can’t resist the pills
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| That’s the deal
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| When you’re chasing that
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| Mass appeal
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| Fears
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| Might not
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| Always get you
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| But you have its will
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| Going mad trying to protect your needs
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| Veins popping out your neck like a steroid freak
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| And you know that your daemons are there poised
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| Deep
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| Hidden away
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| Waiting to take you a part
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| Man, their ploy’s
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| Deeper than a baby in a shallow grave
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| Mother with dirt and blood on her hands
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| Tapping veins
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| Can’t deny things are that nature
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| Because they happen day after day
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| Ignoring that won’t make it fade
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| Spitting gas by a naked flame
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| Put 'em out in a head dress
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| I dance and make it rain
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| Make it storm
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| Matter fact
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| Make it monsoon
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| Like gorilla
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| While you’re spitting
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| I’ll be hissing like a bomb fuse (Hiss)
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| Look, man, I’m in the wrong mood
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| Never could just nod, say 'Yeah' and look amused
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| Think you’re dropping knowledge because you read a book or two
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| But been distracted from shit you should be looking to
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| And contenders I put 'em through Hell
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| When I cast you away like the judge threw the book at you
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| Like the judge threw the book at you
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| And you were sent away for some years
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| Days pass by in what feels like minutes
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| Years pass by and we still don’t get it
|
| Or try to ignore
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| Man, you know how them cowards are
|
| Slipping
|
| And we’re all sand in the hourglass
|
| Days pass by in what feels like minutes
|
| Years pass by and we still don’t get it
|
| Or try to ignore
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| Man, you know how them cowards are
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| Slipping
|
| And we’re all sand in the hourglass
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| Ayo
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| Once so many hours pass
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| Sands falling in the hourglass
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| Living out a shallow past
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| I never realised
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| Quite how short an hour lasts
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| Till I treated death like
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| ''Ave a laugh!'
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| And now
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| That’s weight off my shoulders
|
| Like an avalanche
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| So you gotta do you best when you have the chance
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| Because next minute you missed your chance
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| And I just gotta see your face to really see
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| Just how pissed you are
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| We in the playground
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| Playing with death
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| Greeting each step
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| With fear, hate, waste and regret
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| Shit
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| I’m watching years to by
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| To 23 from 5 in the blink of an eye
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| Woah! |
| Wow!
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| Were we living a lie?
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| Nah, I still remember the feeling
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| I feel it inside
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| Because me and Verbs laughing
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| Like my nan’s alive
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| Playing
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| Making castles in the sands of time
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| Where seconds turn to minutes
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| Minutes turn to hours
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| Hours turn to days
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| Days turn to months
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| Months turn to years
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| Till it’s your retirement day
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| Cheers!
|
| And you realised you ain’t smiled in 8 years
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| Woah!
|
| 9 to 5 got you dead alive
|
| Living dead, dead living
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| Corporate paradise
|
| Woah!
|
| It’s got me sitting here thinking about my past
|
| How we’re all sand in the hourglass
|
| Days pass by in what feels like minutes
|
| Years pass by and we still don’t get it
|
| Or try to ignore
|
| Man, you know how them cowards are
|
| Slipping
|
| And we’re all sand in the hourglass
|
| Days pass by in what feels like minutes
|
| Years pass by and we still don’t get it
|
| Or try to ignore
|
| Man, you know how them cowards are
|
| Slipping
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| And we’re all sand in the hourglass |