| Time is short and flies fast
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| Makes me never forget what happened in the past
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| But ten years in a blast
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| I guess that’s why some of my memories are vast
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| Time is short and flies fast
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| Makes me never forget what happened in the past
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| But ten years in a blast
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| I guess that’s why some of my memories are vast
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| Ever and always knocked them dead
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| We never knew ourselves as knuckleheads
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| What my belt buckle said would give me some respect
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| I’m supposed to being perfect my life was always a mess
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| That’s why I need to get it of my chest I reminisce
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| Kids with blades robbing snobs from the west
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| On the seventeen of May, re-arranging faces
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| Chases by a cop playing Elliot Ness
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| We we’re an infamous myth like the monster of Loch Ness
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| Nevertheless we kept it going too long
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| It’s hard to stay strong when two rights make a wrong
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| When people live too fast they surely dies too young
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| And so it drops down on my soul like a bomb
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| Who’d ever think we’d kick the beat that rocks
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| And represent mad on your personal boombox
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| Time is short and flies fast
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| Makes me never forget what happened in the past
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| But ten years in a blast
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| I guess that’s why some of my memories are vast
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| We used to play poker with pocket change pots
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| Robbing lockers for pocket change loot cuts
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| Lifting shops for Levi’s and Chevignon jackets
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| Sneaking out the backdoor with surprise packets
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| Eighty-nine that was the time when a bunch of kids
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| Declared war against the fifth line
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| Those where the days of growing up
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| My man Hawk was bombing every single block up in the Boondocks
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| As my crew moved forth
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| Everybody at the party started tripping and locked their doors
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| And when I got my shot I never missed
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| Cause I never aimed high when I was a little kid
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| Time flies but I never forget the things I did
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| And the people that I used to hang with
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| Remember the trains that we used to bomb Emmett
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| Remember the days outside seven eleven
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| Some came some went time was spent
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| But today I think I spent time sufficient
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| Rest in peace cats I wish some things where different
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| Dure remember we marked the cards and played Blackjack
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| So if we lost our money we would get that cash back
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| Flashbacks from the good times of eighty-nine
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| No cameras on the stations and no guards along the lines
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| When everything’s fine time is short and flies fast
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| Makes me never forget what happened in the past
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| Parts and slices of our lives they where nice
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| We’re blowing dust of the ancient mics
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| Mad memories shaped like razor sharp knives
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| They stabbed me in the heart and the Grey shades of night
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| Tight’s the way we used to stick together in my click
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| Ninety-two we be hooking up with the Atomic
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| Three bandits the time caught up with I panicked
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| When I saw I was a grown up kid
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| Enough said I never forget how we did
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| I’ll let the past be the past and look ahead
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| Time is short and flies fast
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| Makes me never forget what happened in the past
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| But ten years in a blast
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| I guess that’s why some of my memories are vast
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| Time is short and flies fast
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| Makes me never forget what happened in the past
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| But ten years in a blast
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| I guess that’s why some of my memories are vast |